Tuesday, August 16, 2011


My career as a sculptor began in the 1980s taking commissions from an art gallery that specialized in woodcarvings. Carving wood was kind of like training for clay sculpting while wearing wrist weights.

Friday, July 8, 2011


Chillin' by the lake showin' off some new ink.


A sketch that I sculpted and painted yesterday. It's always interesting to just let go and learn from the happy accidents that occur when working fast.
I was inspired to paint her skin similar to the Metropolitan Museum of Art's eighteenth-century Neapolitan Christmas tree angels.

Monday, June 20, 2011

The Sculptor

I was asked to supply a photograph of myself for the MoMA Pixar : 20 Years of Animation exhibit in 2005. I thought that it would be fun to sculpt a self portrait and submit a photo of it instead.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011


Tempus fugit! Here's a caricature sketch of my daughter Nellie that I painted when she was six.

Thursday, March 3, 2011


When I was thirteen my Aunt Nancy worked at a big printing company and would sometimes bring me large scraps of paper. I didn't have any real art supplies so I would draw with my dad's ballpoint pens. I loved drawing... but not the drawings, so when I was finished I would always throw them away. When my mom saw this dragon she liked it well enough to rescue it from the trash and even enter it in a community art contest four years later. I always hated games and contests and so my parents had to force me to go and collect the first prize. I remember being completely embarrassed by what to me was now this "little kid" drawing. I was by then an adult high school student after all. I must admit that I was thrilled though when I found out about the $50.00 worth of art supplies that were part of my winnings. We didn't have art classes at our school and I remember carefully trying to figure out how they all worked. I always wanted to use them sparingly so that they might last me until I was old enough to buy more.

This is one of only a few surviving pieces of my childhood art found stored away in a box that my mother had saved for me until she passed away in 2002.