An artist astride the centuries.
Not with physics and quantum mechanics, but with creativity and imagination.
There’s a depth to an historical object created with a respect for its original design ethic, especially if it’s a few centuries old. A certain rightness. When you look at it or hold it in your hand, some part of your brain forgets what century you’re in.
I want to capture that, and share it.
If I’m an artist, where’s the art?
With the pressure off selling for a time, I’m exploring my tastes and style, using various media, adopting good habits for daily work. Eventually, something will be historically resonant — or even just yummy — enough to sell with pride.
In the meantime, I’ll post things here: work in progress, and random thoughts.