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Why?


I still believe in the object, made of wood, paint, and hand, eye, and mind. Imperfect, textured, tactile, inviting and yet resistant to easy understanding. I believe that the hand made object is imbued with a spirit, birthed in the effort of creation, and something that seems increasingly irrelevant, even in the world of art. I curmudge, therefore I am ...  artist.