After many years of neglecting my artistic and creative soul due to alcoholism, I am now sober and busy trying to scrape away the debris and start again. Metal art, fire and the earth are my mediums. Every rock I see, piece of driftwood, or neglected tea pot sitting on a second hand store shelf offer some opportunity to be transformed into an expression of me. I mean isn't that what art is? A person bringing to life something previously only imagined in their mind, an extension of them. When you see a persons artistic creations, you are actually being given a peek into their psyche, their inner self, their soul.