About

I am fascinated by the human imagination, and how humans have used creative expression throughout history, to explore the mysteries of life and the universe. One of my favorite activities is taking walks at dusk, when the light is illusory and one’s mind is free to create strange images from rocks, tree stumps, or almost anything that is difficult to perceive in half-light. In much of my work, I am attempting to reflect the enigma of the liminal, that in-between state where one isn’t quite sure what is real or imaginary.​

The name comes from a poem called “The Stolen Child” by William Butler Yeats.  It appears in the third stanza:
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”Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.”https://poets.org/poem/stolen-child