He came to earth in a suburb of Sydney Australia not far from the great Harbour Bridge and so they named him John. The father was a strong man in a carnival, a warrior who took on all comers and never lost. The mother worked in the postal service all night and looked after the boy during the day. They seldom saw the father.
One day the strong man was discovered by a promoter who suggested he join a much bigger carnival called "professional wrestling." He did so and proceeded to travel the world changing his stage name to suit wherever he landed. He pleaded with his wife to join him in his gipsy life and eventually she did. And so began John's juvenility.
One would think that two souls, one who embraces mortal combat and the other aesthetics would not get along, and they didn't, but did come to the conclusion that the theatre of "good verses evil", that is professional wrestling, is in its own right an art form. So John was left to pursue with wild abandon his art career.
It is said by deep thinkers that schooling being a microcosm of society prepares the individual to function out in the world. Psychobabble! By that token high school would be a training ground for jealousy, deceit, cliques, conformity, and Art College the microcosm of a looney bin. Sarcastically on second thought, they might be right. Never the less John's mother grinned like a Cheshire Cat to see her son on the stage graduating from Art College; he had refused to go to his high school grad. The father always the opportunist, during the ceremony, was looking around for a potential photo op.
But now the art student is hit with the lead brick of reality, how to make a living "out in the real world" ? One finds odd jobs driving, delivering beer, receiving in a toy warehouse, tending bar, and then for a few years mixing clay bodies for potters and making the odd pot. All the time though painting: portraits of dogs, cityscapes of community shops, paper mache animals, abstract sculptures. He exhibited in small galleries and the cityscapes adorned the walls of many restaurants, and sold very well..
Concurrent to the above, an old buddy from Art College, Jaan Joot, who was heavily involved in making glass animals said he needed help keeping up with orders. He taught John the rudiments, then John bought a bunch of equipment and hasn't looked back since. Over 40 years he has made and sold several hundred thousand miniature glass animals. They have sold in gift stores from the Florida keys to Caribou Crossing in the Yukon. He has sold them himself on the street, at fairs and festivals, often you'll find him making pieces on the spot at these venues. In that regard he has hired out to do his magic at upwards of 200 parties, delighting the guests with his miniature creations.
Painted wood construction sculptures,- the pandemic has afforded me more time to create in this medium, one I have never been a stranger to. A few years back I showed a number of larger wall constructions at the Free Times Cafe and the Ybor City Gallery. The recent pieces: Artificial Intelligence Exit Signs, Magic Mirrors and Cloud Formations, from my view are a humorous take on things using found materials and paint. But more a fun study in form, colour, line, and texture. They are much less monumental than the earlier sculptures and will hopefully appeal to a wider patronage. For now there are no fairs or festivals to set up my tent gallery, and that has prodded me to create this website and join the virtual market place. I hope you find it entertaining.