Slide Images

1 - Head No. 1, 1977 (view 1)
Stone, bronze, electroplated stone
28 cm x 18 cm x 10 cm
11 in x 7 in x 7 in

2 - Head No. 1, 1977 (view 2)
Stone, bronze, electroplated stone
28 cm x 18 cm x 10 cm
11 in x 7 in x 7 in

3 - Headstone No. 1, 1993 (view 1)
Steel, stone
29 cm x 18 cm x 6 cm
11.5 in x 7 in x 5 in

5 - Headstone No. 1, 1993 (view 2)
steel, stone
29 cm x 18 cm x 6 cm
11.5 in x 7 in x 5 in

6 - Inventory Heads (partial view)
Stone, bronze

7 - Bronze Head No. 1, 2000 (view 1)
Bronze
29.8 cm x 25.4 cm x 17.8 cm
11.75 in x 10 in x 7 in

8 - Bronze Head No. 1, 2000 (view 2)
Bronze
29.8 cm x 25.4 cm x 17.8 cm
11.75 in x 10 in x 7 in

9 - Bronze Head No. 2, 2015 (view 1)
Bronze
23.5 cm x 21.59 cm x 15.8 cm
9.3 in x 8.5 in x 6.2 in

10 - Bronze Head No. 2, 2015 (view 2)
Bronze
23.5 cm x 21.59 cm x 15.8 cm
9.3 in x 8.5 in x 6.2 in

11 - Bronze Head No. 3, 2015 (view 1)
Bronze
27.4 cm x 21.6 cm x 20 cm
10.8 in x 8.5 in x 7.9 in

12 - Bronze Head No. 3, 2015 (view 2)
Bronze
27.4 cm x 21.6 cm x 20 cm
10.8 in x 8.5 in x 7.9 in

13 - Bronze Head No. 4, 1994 (view 1)
Bronze
39 cm x 21.5 cm x 12 cm
15.25 in x 8.5 in x 4.75 in

14 - Bronze Head No. 4, 1994 (view 2)
Bronze
39 cm x 21.5 cm x 12 cm
15.25 in x 8.5 in x 4.75 in

15 - Bronze head No. 5, 2000
Bronze
30.5 cm x 48.8 cm x 7 cm
12 in x 17.25 in x 2.75 in

Heads (1997 - )

One day on my walk, I paused by a pile of stones. I picked one up and turned it over only to discover a head looking at me. Through time my collection of heads stones grew. Each stone holds a secret; over time its marks are etched and inscribed.

When I pick up a stone or a bit of earth, I suddenly become aware that my comprehension of time is not like the time of the earth. We are somehow so caught up in our own experience that it is hard to comprehend where we have come from or where we are going – to grasp reality away from our own experience. In that way I become caught up in an instance when I observe a rock or the water in a river I realize that its lifeline is part of a reality and time that I cannot understand.

“You walk for days among trees and among stones. Rarely does the eye light on a thing, and then only when it has recognized that thing as the sign of another thing: a print in the sand indicates the tiger's passage; a marsh announces a vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter. All the rest is silent and interchangeable; trees and stones are only what they are.”

   - Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities