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year of the monkey, 1968, in a forest of skyscrapers I was
born. My parents, writers and painters, left the city shortly
after my birth.They gave away all their paintings, sold off
all their belongings, bought a VW bus, loaded up my brother
and me and headed across the country. I was weaned and nourished
by the endless horizon, flashing lights, and the sounds of
perpetual motion. |
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Dark and Mysterious |
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traveled all the way to Maui, arriving in 1970. We lived on
the beach, naked, next to an old bomb shelter. The turquoise
ocean, the soft white sand and the harsh black lava fields
were my playgrounds. I found treasure, spit from the sea,
lying at my feet. |
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release of just wringing yourself out. Inspired by yoga as
well as my love of the female form. The energy inside comes
through rather well. She is one of my favorites. |
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The Twist |
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When Strangers Meet |
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Together Apart |
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and women, twisting and turning, together, yet alone. This
is a theme in much of my work. How can we all be together
so close, yet not feel each other. We are isolated. The central
figure--a woman--is uplifted by the other intertwined bodies.
This was my attempt to feel at a time when all of my reaching
was not being met. I had loved and lost and all I yearned
for was to be pulled out from the darkness and embraced. |
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been a sculptor all my life, fascinated by human shape and
form. Recognizing the turbulent grace that animates our daily
lives, I pull from this place the blissful moments that one
experiences in life to create my sculptures. It is essential
for me to be around people who are creating, searching, experimenting
and finding different ways to color and express joy, madness
and love. |
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