Right after 9/11 I had to drive to Northwest Indiana for my Brother Stevens wedding for all planes were grounded. Along the way I noticed the eerie lack of the sights and sounds permeating the air above highway I-75 by the Atlanta, Georgia airport. There were no planes! That never happened before. One thing that was still humming along though, were all the automobiles and trucks. As I made my way through the looping roadway through Atlanta, seeing its never ending construction along the sides of the road of concrete pipes lined up, I had an great epiphany of emotions. The lined up pipes on the side of the road appeared to look like a backbone and the motion of the flow of vehicles felt vascular. It hit me that as some things have stopped, we as a society of means, continue on with the strength of our backbone as a Nation and the heartbeat of our souls through our veins.
My brother Steven and his wife Kim, went on their honeymoon right after the wedding to Hawaii and the island of Maui. He came back and told me of how sad the Hawaiian people felt, for they were so far away from the mainland that they felt helpless. I listened to his stories and realized then and there that I was going to do something in the United States in far away places to bring a sense of healing to those who could not find the time or resources to go to New York City, the Pentagon or Shanksville, PA to grieve. It wasn't until years later that I found the way to do that.
I have gone through many emotions along this 16 year long journey to the sculptures I now create. It is a good feeling to look back and realize that all roads have led to where I am today.