I’ll never forget the first time I opened a box from the caster. My carvings had left me as wax. Fragile and lightweight, known but ephemeral. They came back smaller, heavy, mysterious with their history of fire. My work transformed into metal that could last for millenia.
That sense of magic and mystery has never left me. Many years and many transformations into metal later, there is still a thrill in that first moment of seeing and holding a new sculpture. Read more
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