Category Archives: New Work

Odin, the Mighty

Odin, The Mighty
a protector in dark times

Calling on Odin…

I know that I hung on a windy tree

nine long nights, wounded with a spear,

dedicated to Odin, myself to myself,

on that tree of which no man knows from where its roots run.

No bread did they give me nor a drink from a horn,

downwards I peered;

I took up the runes, screaming I took them,

then I fell back from there.

From an Old Norse ‘Sayings of the High One’ Larrington (1999)

Ghost Dancers: Forgotten Spirits Resurrected

spirits dancing in the night
spirits dancing in the night

Birth is a pathway to eternity. Bones remain the sole witness of a mortal existence and provide a narrative of our earthly life.  My work shows that death is not morbid, but simply the end of growth; I strive to resurrect forgotten spirits and recover stories of those deceased. In my sculptures, bones have a voice; they can now forever speak for themselves.

I dedicate this piece to my nephews Matt, Mike, and grandniece Amber, gone but not forgotten. 

Pretty White Bird

Pretty White Bird
In white waves of bliss, she flies.

Alone, and rejected from her tribe, Pretty White Bird

dances in the moonlight, the only light she’s ever known.

Cast aside for her difference, embraced only by creatures of

the night, she is stranded between loyalty and self preservation.





Dance of the Twins

Night and Day

The Dance of the Twins

The Twins stand in the spotlight of human arrogance. They dance, carefree, appearing to cheat death. Gazing upon their beauty, we screen out the decaying teeth. We pause and accept these are indeed the remains of a mortal, yet still the fantasy persists, denying our fate is just as certain. How easy it is to look to the right or left of death and imagine our time is not borrowed.


Dark Sunday

The Chalice is one of a series of raised vessels in which I experimented with the process of raising a flat copper sheet into a formed metal cup. The glowing silver cross and dangling rosary likely depicts early memories of Sunday mass at St. Patrick’s and a childhood of mysterious rituals I did not fully understand. The image evokes a somber stillness. I recall a collective body of formally dressed strangers towering over my head, hopeful seekers of redemption. Amidst the waft of frankincense and myrhh, I was hushed to silence, and so I focused on this mysterious cup: The Chalice.


About Dark Knight


                     Dark Knight

When carving into this piece, I saw a mouth dropped open in horror and then many faces spiraling upward and outward in an apocalypse. This sculpture is about the evil of oppression and the dignified spirit of those trying to fight it off. The presence seems noble, yet haunting, so I named it “Dark Knight” to emphasize both its dark being and the experience of a dark passage.