My art has evolved from the dust, muck and din of construction sites. Scribingtrim became carving forms; gluing up counter slabs led to making large, stable carving blanks; finishing blackened steel developed into staining split or carved cedar. I scrounge for my materials. Much of the wood I work with has been salvaged fromjob-site dumpsters, or friend might call when they have a tree taken down. People give me boards they’ve been holding onto for years or I stop the car when I see a “FREE” pile on the side of the road. Occasionally, I manage to find more precious materials, like cedar burls: what gold is to aluminum, in my mind. Despite their calm compositions, making these pieces requires a lot of lifting, pounding, noise and dust.