Some of my favorite childhood memories growing up in suburban New Jersey revolve around constructing forts and secret hide outs in the woods. My friends and I would build shelters out of branches, logs, and other detritus. As we got older we took to the trees, eventually building a three-story tree house in my great grandmother’s back yard. These childhood dwellings sparked a lifelong interest in architecture which in turn has fueled my clay work for over 40 years.
These sculptures evoke buildings that are vacant, crumbling or might have been abandoned during construction. They have imagined histories that embody the spiritual and profane, and they speak to the power of nature to reclaim what man builds.
