EMANATION
12” x 13” x 2”
WALNUT
2024
Walnut waves emanating from an off-centred focal point.
Walnut waves emanating from an off-centred focal point.
Collisions and separations of spiral plates.
A fluidity of ellipses and tears.
Beginnings and endings, transitions and dualities.
JANUS | 13” x 4” x 4” | NARRA
My first experiment with aniline dyes, in red, green and blue.
Empathy might really hinge on a visceral attachment to someone rather than on an intellectual assessment (Note: “A mile in your shoes” seemed to scan better than “A kilometre in your shoes.”)
No hidden malevolence nor provocation of deep thought, just a wish to entertain, an invitation to laugh.
The crazed grain of this block of walnut didn’t emerge until the quiet of blossoms had full unfurled.
A glimpse at behind-the-traquil-façade machinations that keep everything in motion.
While crafting more curves that pleased my eyes, I discovered this ray emerging from the depths.
The multi-headed mythical dog that guards the entry to hell is generally described to have three heads, but sometimes pictured with only two.
Is the human mind a clean slate at birth? Or is it erased as we go along?
Huddled in dramatic and melodic support of the opera’s divas.
A species predisposed to self-annihilation.
Our worlds have never really been distinct.
Standing strong and independent but always connected to the ones we love.
My affection for architect I.M. Pei's Christian Science Center in Boston has never diminished. This is a slice of the gothic/Babylonian facade of what was originally the Publishing Society building.
Eddies and whirlpools resolving into rainbows.
Jammed and immobilized, like clotting blood.
Two s’s became four.
From a visit to Tent Rocks National Monument in New Mexico. Its almost-vertical eroded canyon faces are so close they almost seem to touch, perhaps to kiss.
At the juxtaposition of hands and tools.
A mirroring of intertwining voices.
Perilous entries guard the pleasures of the harbour.
The grain of narra can sometimes be so gnarly it takes on the appearance of the roots that support it.
These reinforcements to gothic walls add grace as well as strength.
A window into my fractured visions of the universe.
Secrets abound when enemies are perceived.
A variation on the gothic design element portending good luck.
The flowers and the vase together in a slow dance.
I like to see how many ways things can fit together, particularly at that boundary of “just joined.”
From each side the pocket is deep, but from each end an owl is peering out.
The intersection of conflicting bumps and hollows.
It takes two hands joined in trust to bring this one to life.
We grow in twists and turns, bent 100% by our heredity and 100% by our environment.
Something this size might actually cause damage striking earth at thirty km/second, but this one I just for amorphous fun.
My take on one of the most distinctive galaxies discovered by the Hubble Space Telescope.
Faults, slips, and strikes. The ground beneath our feet is alive.
The straight-line courses we attempt to plot all turn out to be parabolas.
The straight vertical ray of darker wood in this sculpture lent gravity to this intricate piece of plumbing.
Caves. Reverberating sounds recorded in the walnut grain.
The tenuous bridges that appear to be all that connect us may be only hints of the shared experiences that bind us.
The still-fluid reminder of a once-torrential onslaught of water.
Both bridge and river way, opening and closure.
The roots of a stylized volcano stripped of its conical cloak.