I was born on the first day of spring, 1972. Early morning. Maybe that's why I don't like to sleep past 7 am. I come from people who like to work with their hands and will try to fix something before buying a new something. I'm sure that's why as a child I liked to take things apart and put them back together, why I liked to build model cars and why I made my first sculptures at the age of eleven. My favorite part of model building was gluing together all of the left over pieces of plastic. I did this after my model building buddy left. And I always threw them away before he came back. My friends liked to ride bikes, play army and talk about cars. Art never came up. Besides, cars where pretty cool.   
   It's mid 2005 and from my own mind I'm suddenly faced with this question "Kris, why aren't you making art?" I really had to think about that. I'd played around with the idea of being an artist at age eleven of course. And for a good two years I'd been collecting scrapes of metal and such that I'd thought would be good materials for sculptures. But I hadn't made a lick of art since middle school metal shop. So I looked at why not. Oh. Of course. The old standard. Worrying about what other people would think. So I stopped worrying, called myself an artist and started to make art. Not to brag, but my first piece was pretty great. You know, for my first piece.
   It all got a bit iffy after that. Some bad work, some okay work, some really bad work, even some good work. But it seemed like every time I was starting to get somewhere or find an answer, I'd learn something new and realize that I had a long way to go. A very long way. 
   I took that on. It's no longer about getting anywhere. Now, it's all about that next moment of learning. These days my favorite answers are the ones that come with a new question.