My love affair with sculpting began in college.  I was majoring in philosophy at the time, pursuing an illusive "truth" always just beyond the horizon.  Seeking something beyond the purely rational, I enrolled in a community art class.  As I silently worked the clay, my hands became conduits, reaching deep into pools of emotion that could no longer be contained.  This remains true today -  my sculptures emerge turbulent, striving toward resolution.  The rhythms and changing tempo of the forms, the play of light and shadow, the dance of planes in space, all are in the service of the narrative -- a narrative beyond words.