Dreams linger momentarily and then are discarded. Pieces of wood are broken up and discarded. They no longer have a use. In assembling each piece with found pieces of wood, I am assembling my dreams, creating new objects. I piece together my dream world in wood. These pieces are dreams of people I have met, worked with and love. My dreams. Dreams of the world and the trees where the wood was harvested from and the space of life we all share.
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