I make art to fulfill my creative needs and to entertain myself. I leave the task of social commentary to those concerned with facts, real and imagined.  Instead I enjoy the surprises created by the play of light on the surfaces of my work.  The changing position of the sun, the shadows of passing clouds and the diffusion of a hazy summer day mean that no piece is ever seen the same way twice.

Some forecast the future by divining tea leaves, chicken entrails or the lines on a palm.  Others find messages in what I make.  They possess gifts I lack, and are welcome to the knowledge received from whatever source they favor