Looking through the chain link fence.
As a child, my family had a summer house in Bolton Landing, New York, near Lake George. My aunts would take a herd of kids, my cousins, siblings, friends, out walking in the nearby hills. One day we walked past the studio and grounds of the sculptor David Smith. Smith kept dozens of his pieces on display in his compound, and I remember looking through the chain link fence in amazement at those crazy constructions of welded steel.
Almost by accident.
I came to welding, and to sculpture and to art in my early 30’s (or, perhaps, it came to me), almost by accident. Repair welding was a part of everyday life at the sawmill that my brother and I were operating. I stepped forward as the welder when we needed one. Surrounded by the fabulous steel shapes of the sawmill, and having the equipment to work with them, I started to use them in a different direction, sculpture.
No limits.
Twenty years later, I’m still experimenting. I have used found objects, simply welded together, and I have done elaborate fabrications. Forge work has no limits in what the smith can do with steel. I have combined forgings with fabrication with found objects. I have done several series of sculptures, some of which I continue to work and elaborate on.

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