This installation represents the culmination of several years of groundbreaking technical and conceptual development in my work. Bronze is cast in my studio, a former marble warehouse along the Delaware River in Lopatcong, New Jersey that I converted to a foundry several years ago. Hot glass work is done in hot-shops throughout the tri-state area (UrbanGlass in Brooklyn, Wheaton Arts in Millville, NJ and Tyler School of Art in Elkins Park, PA.)

Soon after committing to my first solo show at Heller Gallery in NYC in 2005, however, I grew tired of my own hands - even with their infinitely changing positions. Coming from a very close family, I decided to redirect myself and launched a hand-casting project of all living members of my immediate family. Ancestral Flow is the resulting installation. The ceiling “drips” represent my father’s deceased parents and flow, accordingly, into his rather fleshy meat-hooks. The highest pair of hands are my maternal grandparents (ages 92 and 95 respectively) and they, likewise, pour into their offspring, my mother. My parents pour into the overflowing set of hands, which are my own. Being that I have yet to pro-create, my drips aim upwards (and spilling collect on the floor - perhaps represents the type of work I do.) Glass in these pieces is metaphor for the ‘intangible’ that is passed from one generation to another: call it DNA, genes, innate idiosyncratic quirks, perhaps even spirituality.
As a sculptor having incorporated glass with other materials for over 10 years, I have found my work does not cleanly fit into pre-existing categories of ‘Art’ or ‘Craft.’ I can only hope my work helps to bridge the historic gap between these two worlds, while developing content and technique together, not exclusive of one another.