CONSTRUCTIONS-  Like comets, we fall toward the Light, leaving in our wake the detritus of our days arrayed out behind us, the map and the journal of our life's journey out of ourselves, away and beyond the edge of being.
  These works are assemblages made up of the detritus of my days as it accumulated at particular places in time.   
  Assemblage assumes an especially deep resonance in our time, when western civilization is in obvious decline, and cultures across the planet are struggling  to construct some meaning out of  the wreckage of the world.