David Jones

MY PATH: I am a small-town kid who drifted into city life for too long and is now finding his way back home. My journey spills out as I create. My studio is more a work bench, a place to catalog all the memories, all the lessons, all the laughter, all the doubts, and all the steps accumulated in my life. I am circling back to where it all began, with my eyes wide open.

I unapologetically prize hard work, old skills, and, bluntness. No useful blade was ever sharpened without the love of the stone. I hold tighter, now more than ever, the wisdom bequeathed to me by my parents. They taught me to get my ass out of bed, to get to work, to be a good person, to do my best, to forego excuses, to be grateful, even for simple things.

I have failed them on occasion, and myself, that I know. When I do, I get up, dust myself off, and get on with it, the work of the day. My Mom and Dad ultimately gifted me with a sturdy shovel, a most capable and beautiful tool. With that shovel in hand, back bent, my life has been saved more times than I can count.

MY PROCESS: Begin with a plan. Quickly abandon the plan. Observe as my head, eyes, and hands wade into the fight. Step back. Stare. Wait. Invite the music and my memories to join the mayhem....

Life.

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