GUITARS, 1995 - 2009
In 1995 I found part of an inexpensive guitar on a Brooklyn street and wondered why someone would destroy a musical instrument. By replacing the missing parts with materials already at hand, the process enabled me to see potential ideas in the shapes formed by adding pieces as well as in the negative spaces left behind. Each guitar was unique and became a receptacle for materials and ideas while still retaining its original identity. During the following years I continued to find broken guitars (which seemed a little odd); most had met a violent end and in turn were resurrected into a new life as sculptures. They were capable of containing everything from ladders, staircases, crosses, bark and clay birds. My narrative is added to their stories; they are both architectural and organic; they transcend not only their original purpose but gain a second life.