This is one of those sculptures that is as much a reaction to materials as it is an original assembly of my imagination. I knew what I wanted to this to look like, and even what to call it. I drew up a quick sketch, and like a child with new lego instructions began hunting for parts. This piece was made at a time when my art did not fully fund my life, the pieces were gathered idly as I thought of them. After enough elements came together, however, it became necessary to complete the ‘assembly kit’ as it were. Once all that was done, and over the course of another week at most, the object was complete.

Ever since art discovered me, I was fascinated by the word artifact because ‘art’ is in it. My early college work focused on objects with an ancient history. The kind of history that gets forgotten as time churns ever forward. Like so many ruins that bear no writing, or strange formations that are too perfect (still after so long); or just in an odd enough place that it can’t be nature that put it there. I make sculptures that seem to have had a purpose yet the technology or history of their use is long lost. My very first sculpture like this in college intrigued people enough to constantly ask, “What does it do?” To which I never answered. The technology is not mine, I’ve just been instructed to unearth it or build it. This piece, Delivery, continues that tradition.