I work with a strange clay , wet by fire , of terrible purpose yet malleable to the instincts of art.

I am beholden to Metal, it is my music and my sustenance.

I describe the world with it and in return it has offered me an identity..

I am a Metal-smith for this short and incandescent life….and then I will leave it and this wrought self,…. happily transforming to subtler muse.