Being called an “artist” didn’t always appeal to me, and that was a huge mental block. There was a part of me that felt fraudulent. I felt comfortable as a millwright, a welder or a tradesman, but not as an artist. I created more and more sculptures just as an excuse to weld, not as the fruit of my imagination. Despite this mindset, I grew as an artist, just not as quickly as I should have, or could have. (Continue Reading)


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