a tracing of materials as it moves through different forms. a small volcano and its tracks.

A sad attempt at skin.

A textured paper folded in a tube with spray paint shot through the middle. A moment of simple and focused joy that is felt as clearly as every point and ridge, still.

Many small and arguably “shitty” things turned on a lathe turned into something more fun.

What does it mean to find a collaborative partner? how must that person feed you? Conceptually, creatively, spiritually, physically? Perhaps it is just in kindred spiritude? an individual that makes you want to do your very best work. Do they even need to know? How Lucky.

Visualizing unseen channels of communication between two individuals. How does the sensory information travel across the space between them? What might this look like? Is it clear plastic cellophane?

The immaterial and material objects playing within the space.

In a moment of struggle when the mind was able to step outside of itself and allow the body to do what came naturally. Something at odds with the natural flow of those paths being created around it. Still connecting the lines for how the fingers may do the natural thing within the unnatural place and still make a difference.

A moment of presentation, where a claim can be made that this line is much more than a line.

A small insertion and a large insertion into a fleshy form. While flesh may not find itself in this form in particular, the softness of the material as it is penetrated by these small fragments called to mind what our skin might look like if it was released from the bounds of our given forms.

Hard wrapped with hard that is softer than the other.

Relationships seen between models that took far more than six hours to make. A study in how to visually render objects that are perhaps not the most beautiful into pleasing moments. Do you see the frayed edges as you are confronted by the bright yellow?

A series of very tiny pulleys made to explore how two individuals may navigate a system where they could both see their reflections. This model is still arguably one of the most curious objects I have created.

A piece of a broken face shield (the shield now missing) quickly sprayed chrome. The discovery of chrome spray paint, a way of turning everything reflective, from any material to one material, to shiny and bright…became a momentary code of identification for the things I made. I still carry this form of identification with me, while it is not entirely true.

Small paper utensils used to explore methods of eating. How apt a first form finding project. On learning how to rally against existing typologies held within an industry of accepted product design.

A Morandi bottle rendered in blue foam. A painting professor who’s name I cannot remember from my Sophmore year of undergrad championed Morandi, and I cannot remember exactly why…except that I know he wanted me to paint in big broad strokes instead of the small energetic ones I was inherently drawn to. This was made during my MFA, my first blue foam model turned on a lathe, a very classic assignment. It was an interesting choice, using a favorite of a professor who refused to let me render forms in the way I wanted…yet I used it as a protest of the sterile forms the new industry I was entering so cherished.

A study in fingers running parallel. A study in communication channels and how information distorts as it moves through the channels.

A 3:1 foam core scale model of a heinz ketchup bottle.
We were asked how long it took and I lied and said six hours. (We had to make 6)

A secondary design, once realized that the outside may not be the path forward, explore the inside.