How do we know we are conscious?
Sometimes in life you fall. Fall from love, fall from grace, fall from self, fall from dreams. This is the sculpture of the beautiful hand that caught my soul as it plummeted.
Permanent Collection of the Science Centre, Singapore.
A Mother's Hand is the fuel that enables normal people to achieve the IMPOSSIBLE.
Without fail science, magic, and religion have pandered to the cult of youthfulness. This sculpture explores our obcession with youth and beauty.
This work explores the nature of Childhood and the complex relationship between fantasy and reality.
We are witnessing a mass extinction of Amphibia. An exotic fungus called Chytrid is delivering the blow.
A private commission for a collector inspired by the smaller scale work called Kiss of Chytrid. This is an outdoor piece is designed to live on a lake.
A sculpture of my mother's hands. The hands that nurtured me, taught me, held me.
This work paints the surprisingly spiritual conversation I had with one powerful Goldman Sachs banker as he sat in the eye of the storm..
Permanent collection of the Savoy, London. We believe in superstition as an irrational response to our lack of understanding.