As I collect each broken branch, each cast-aside bone, churned in the tide, I am confronted with the ‘cycling’ of all things. Each piece is filled with hidden spirit, as if sleeping, waiting for the living form to re-emerge. I discover and find this beauty in each piece of bone and wood, sanding and carving them to fit together, their hidden energy exposed. This simultaneous stripping away and assembling is part of every stage of my process. I leave only the essential, then physically assemble the finished organic form. I am continually astonished as I witness these moments. My own strength and frailty become exposed as I find myself no longer looking in, but instead a living part of the ceaseless symphony of organic assemblage.