Have been making sculpture for forty years and sometimes it seems like a parable about landscape where I’m following a plow toward a far horizon. The rolling terrain is American, the plow is my own, self-tooled invention. My granite and bronze gate-forms are sometimes functional, sometimes metaphoric. While I was born in Vermont, viewers often comment on the Asian sensibility they find in my work. Maybe it’s the gesture to the landscape they see, my wish to make sculptures look at home in the natural world of gardens and in parks. Call it my quest for harmony, of both the inner and the outer kind.