I’m not an artist, anymore than I am a writer, philosopher, performer, comedian, musician, chef and father. I’m not an artist anymore than you are. We all like to make things. If you don’t believe me, try making something besides excuses… see how you feel.

A thing does not end, nor begin, with the maker. Things are consumed, produced and consumed again within an aesthetic ecosystem. I nudge my work, encourage it, steer it but I don’t make it from scratch nor do I individually own it. It doesn’t just create a dialogue, it is a dialogue. I am a participant in the conversation. A thread in the tapestry. A rung in the ladder.