I have spent many magical hours exploring harbors and quiet old boatyards and am especially moved by aged and battered vessels. There’s a kind of meditative energy emanating from them. I imagine that our human energy is absorbed by the objects we love and spend a lot of time with, and then, as they decay these objects release that energy into the atmosphere — the joy of a fair wind and a sunny day, the love of sailing, the love of making a living on the water. And there’s the sadness at the end of a day for the mortality of all things.
I’m currently absorbed with the preciousness and beauty of our moment to moment experience, and yet, given this, the human propensity for folly. While dealing with concept and personal truth, my aim is to make something unusual and interesting, using the most elementary tools and techniques.