About

When asked how I became a sculptor I direct the conversation back to my youth. Chasing my dreams of horses while playing in my suburban neighborhood I found my metier.  Cantering along the urban streets, whinnying and pawing the air as a wild steed, I was a horse. This primal attraction has never left me. Once I began leaving marks on paper or my thumbprints in clay I’ve never stopped my quest to create my inner spirit experience with horses. So this is how it began.