I have always had a deep and inexplicable affinity for gourds. I still recall the fluffy fat look of gourds from when I was little, in between the leaves and vines as they started to bloom along the edges of my grandma’s backyard. Bathed in the golden rays of the sun in the afternoon, the gourds appealed to me as if they were animated and led my thoughts to a magical world. For the sculpture Gourd Man, the gourd is a totem that reminds me of a light hearted childhood with my grandma.
Gourd Man, 2005
132H x 36W x 36D inches