Just what am I making? If I were decidedly effective in my artistic endeavors through action and energy I’d arrive at a sensation of elemental power. The twenty-first century in America, there are so many choices! But are these choices always clear? I seem to find myself meandering off into symbolic meaning, metaphysical speculation, and contemplative moods. As soon as I answer one question and solve a problem another three or five invariably show up. What I want is a smile on the face, a twinkle in the eye, a healthy glow in the gut, and maybe even a friend to confide in. If I don’t have these things, I’ve decided to make them. With time seemingly passing faster and faster, my own children almost grown and gone, allusions to specific concerns and events may be more apparent in unfolding work as current events, personal preoccupations, and political upheaval push memory, imagination, and observation into new areas. Two cats in the yard. Life still is pretty difficult if you can’t land on your feet.