What started as a study in raising metal, now documents my attempts to form a human face. It was a process of letting go: I tried over and over to “get it right” but always ended up giving in to the will of the metal.
Each began as an empty sphere. Then, as I practiced my technique, a trace of personality appeared. Some were whimsical, some despondent, and some otherworldly. After I had exhausted all attempts to work in this miniature scale, I looked back and saw a collective energy had emerged.
To see them side by side is mesmerizing. It’s an adventure to look from one face to the next; it’s like you’re lost, searching for a familiar face or a familiar civilization.