My world is magical; it consists of remarkable objects other people discard. The delight and excitement felt, knows no bounds when I find small rusted springs which is immediately seen as curls, surrounding a round majestic face. Old fashioned bath tub legs, each with the previous owners colors become members of a jury in an oak box setting. This vision of association through line and form beyond the objects function, immediately suggests a special place either as an individual sculpture or part of an intricate one.