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I
really, really like to make things.
Artist-type,
teacher, dreamer. Almost 37 years old (in October,
2005). Card-carrying gay bachelor. Medium height.
Born and braised in Louisiana until about 1994,
when I moved to Boston, Massachusetts. As a
southern boy, I can say that having four distinct
seasons is novel, but winter in New England is a
bit long and occasionally spitefully cold. I'm an
autumn person, and everything lovely you've heard
about the trees here is absolutely true.
I have a persistent
curiosity about nearly every material that can be
shaped, drilled, melted, sculpted, glued, tied,
painted, or otherwise manipulated.
I
read uncontrollably about 3D art processes
involving clay, glass, metals, wood, paper and
plastics. I've tried my hand at many of them. I can
hold my own in 2D processes as well. My personal
work in these areas develops in interesting ways,
though sometimes it's frustratingly slow going,
what with having to eat and sleep and
all.
Stylistically,
I'm influenced by industrial design and the way
animated characters are designed because those
mediums rely so heavily on capturing the most
unambiguous functions or emotions with an abolute
minimum of shapes or lines. However, I also have a
decadent --and, dare I say it?-- obessesive streak
for ornamentation which is most easily seen in
patterns and drawings.
For
employment and freelance work, I routinely make and
sell things in clay. I love the material and have
had lots of access to the necessary equipment. I
teach ceramics to adults and to college students,
and am quite fortunate to work in two ceramic
production and design studios.
There
is a professional resumé
floating around here somewhere.
I
work on my own projects in a sub-let studio space
near my house. For
example, I often make ceramic
whistles
for sale through local venues. During the Summer of
2005 I am bringing the newest versions (turtles!)
to four craft
fairs.
Working in silver and copper is gaining some
momentum because I have a torch now and can solder.
[cue maniacal laughter]
Oh
and there are pictures
of me,
too.
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