I see a man taking a break in his highly structured life, reading a newspaper in the park, or a young man sitting on a curb eating a sandwich and reading a book, taking the moment for himself. I celebrate these moments in bronze.

The common strain in my work is that in each case I celebrate a moment when the individual responded to his or her own humanity.

Reading books exposes us to the consistency and uniqueness of being human. Book reading is an investigatory process. We read books in order to encounter the orchestrated words that describe emotions and observations that we too have experienced but are unable to glean the right alignment of words that fully embody the resonance that we seek.

Killed by a man with a switch blade knife, for 43 dollars my friend lost his life.

I can’t get past one or two pages at a time.’

‘That’s how it’s supposed to be read. Sipped like a soothing cup of tea.

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford