All my sculptures begin with one or two pieces of scrap metal, often “found objects” from a junk yard, that point to exactly what they ought to be turned into.

The Stegosaurus’s spines had to wait until I found just exactly the right pieces of arced metal for the backbone, neck and tail. The pipe with the many little “legs”, could only have been one thing: a centipede. The typewriter keys begged to become the troll’s toothy smile.

Maybe that’s the way we could solve some of the world’s most vexing problems: take a few key pieces that we already have and make them into something completely new by connecting them to things no one ever considered.