I look at things and they look back.

Faces in fence posts, body parts in rusted metal, the rising sun in a chrome hubcap. I can't pass up what others throw out.

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The aim of my found object art is to invite a second look, to evoke a smile, to celebrate the beauty of faded paint, the patina of rust...to encourage a eco-consciousness in our highly disposable society.

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My media are indigenous to rural Virginia where I live: discarded tin barn roofing, rolls of barbed wire, flotsam and jetsam and driftwood of the Maury River, abandoned cars with all their marvelous parts; cans, bottles, pots, pans, toys and mattress springs of wooded dump sites.

While my colleagues go to art supply stores, I scavenge auto graveyards and Habitat resale stores and recycle centers for my materials.

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I use low-tech construction in my sculptures and assemblages: nails, screws, nuts and bolts, wire. Armed with a tin snip and a tetanus shot, a drill and a bolt cutter, I cobble my pieces together.

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My interest in making art with what is at hand comes from the years I spent working with Third World artists, who out of poverty and isolation, had to create with what little they had: plastic bottles, telephone wire, dried gourds, bones, seeds.

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It also stems from my rural southern heritage and from grandparents and neighbors who held the sentiment that not much needs to be thrown away.

I was shown by example that it can be fixed. Or altered. Or repurposed. That is my mission today. 

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Come see Wonderland for yourself. Studio visits welcome.