My sculptures are often made of things I find. An eggbeater is the propeller of a submarine and typewriter parts make instruments for flying machines. Yet my wheels turn only in the imagination.
Like small boys I turn abandoned machinery into battleships, planes, racing cars, and submarines—vehicles for adventurous imaginings. The whole world seems to be at our fingertips.
It is sometimes difficult for grown-ups to recall feelings of their childhood that helped them dream their dreams and cope with the reality of growing up. Treasure your imagination; it is the key to the appreciation of adulthood and eternal growth.
“August 5, 1975—Chairs are important to me, as are wheels, wings, and children—from small to adolescent. And farm machines, memories of youth, of past, rusty machines, … hanging plane shapes, ship shapes, water, and children in water.”