I have become a stalker…hanging out at train crossings waiting for the
shapes and colors I need for my next creation to come whizzing by.
Raw materials…Insistent statements from people I’ll never
meet…caught in my camera lens to be imprisoned later in my computer.
Now the fun part…Dissecting and choosing the bits of my “captives” that
please me to print on metal- a nod to where they’re from.
Life is about choices…These are mine. There are no wrong ones
I’ve found. If I don’t like a choice I’ve made I can just make another one…
So can you!
Thanks to all the artists who risked arrest or injury to send their choices
all across the country for the rest of us to enjoy- if only for a