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)

I digress.

   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.