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It all started with a broken heart.
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I was working on a large piece when I discovered, quite by accident, that when two of the components were placed straight ends together, they formed a heart. I started placing the heart halves in various juxtapositions and the rest is history.
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My artwork always starts with simple line drawings and, in this case, from the minute I put pen to paper, ideas began to flow. I quickly came up with the first dozen drawings for the Deconstructing The Heart series. Over the next few months, I added drawings to my sketchbook as soon as they occurred to me and one by one began turning the drawings into art pieces.
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But the very process of making these pieces became in itself the inspiration for EVEN MORE pieces. Once I started cutting wood and metal for the deconstructed heart pieces, scraps happened. I never throw out any scraps or interesting junk on the (usually remote) chance that one day I might need just that particular leftover for an art piece in the works. That’s how The Warthog was born.The wood scraps from cutting the hearts suggested warthog tusks, and legs, and ears, and mouth. I used these and manufactured other parts (which in turn generated more scraps for potential future use - the process is endless) I had only to add legs and tail from my vast collection of exquisite junk and the warthog entered the world.
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I am having enormous fun with the whole process right now but I suppose it will eventually have to come to an end. The accumulation is happening much faster than the recycling. It is said of Picasso, “He seldom threw anything away, even old envelopes, so his hoard was constantly threatening to engulf room after room.” He had a simple solution however. After he filled up one house, he moved to an additional one. I don’t have that luxury, or a desire to move. So I am staying right here. At least until I am entirely engulfed.
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