When I was 15 I heard a voice whispering in my ear saying “you should sculpt” it was a mans voice in my right ear. I don’t draw and never
considered myself artistic but I kept hearing this voice for 24 years.
I wanted to model, I wanted to make movies. I studied film making at
NYU and started to model for artists in New York. One of the artist
was a well known sculptor and I remember thinking this looks
like magic and I can’t imagine how he does it.
For some reason I thought you needed to be able to draw to sculpt,
I don’t draw so I thought I can’t sculpt. I don’t know where
I got this idea from but it’s not true.
I started doing print modeling and stayed busy for 14 years but when I was modeling I kept thinking there is something else I should be doing.
I wouldn’t, couldn’t believe this voice I was hearing for 24 years
Modeling was lucrative for me but in 1989 the market collapsed,
the 7 houses I bought I was losing and I became homeless.
For 1 1/2 years I slept on my friends floor.
That emptiness created an opening, I had nothing to lose. I took a
figurative sculpting class with a group of dentists, (before 3D printing
dentists sculpted teeth, a lot of dentists are sculptors, who knew)
During that 8 hour class I found out I could sculpt. Ensconced in my last
beloved home in Westport, CT... nineteen pieces flew out of me.
Listening to that voice I finally said yes and fell completely in
love with sculpting. Images come thru me, to me and
I fall passionately in love.
Powerful, playful, sensual, grounded and ethereal. Dichotomies,
not one or the other, all ... that’s how my work feels to me.
I feel so grateful and blessed for that voice that called to me so long ago.