hen asked to write about my sculpture, it is always a dilemma. What to say?

     With an artist it is always the material that speaks. When asked to create a stage set, I started gathering supplies. Burlap was on of the materials. It was very malleable and to me appealing. I had been welding at the time and needed a change. The challenge of using fabric with wood and earth elements appealed to me. The images seemed to spring from sources deep within me that I wasn’t aware of. The dark and brooding sculptures took on a life of their own. I worked with a compulsion I didn’t know I possessed. One figure emerged after another. Those who saw them were moved by the dark wellspring of grief. Grief for the loss of loved ones. Grief for the Holocaust. Grief for war, poverty and homelessness… and the list goes on…