The imagery in my art is often an outworking of my faith as I try to understand hope in the face of chaos and human suffering. I use traditional materials as well as found materials "redeeming" what would be normally thrown out, lending dignity and beauty to them as a metaphor for hope. Birds, nests and eggs allude to release from being earth-bound, to gathering fragments and to potential. Recently, I have integrated my affinity for the rhinoceros (I'm not exactly poised, either) with the universal aspiration to flight, drawing wings on these very UN-aerodynamic creatures. It's my way of looking forward to the hour when, in Feodor Dostoevsky words, "the world's finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, for all the blood that they've shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justify all that has happened.” Like Dostoevsky's character I believe like a child that transformation is coming and is already begun.