Working with my hands I peel away the layers of grit and dirt. I pull out the parts that are worn and pitted. I pull away the age and polish the pieces until they begin to shine. I see what was and what can be, looking past the outer wear and decay. When other see a simple lump, I see the true beauty that lies within. The piece speaks to me and whispers what it wants to become. So with fingers of determined labor and an insight that few are willing to discipline themselves to obtain, I work tirelessly to produce the masterpiece. Whether it is an engine or a block of stone, the sculpture and the piece are always joined in a spiritual way as the hands do not create the thing, they simply tear away the unwanted piece to reveals what has always been there.