When the Sentinel Waits for Heraclitus
When raw material is sculpted to divine intervention
KISS of LIFE KISS of DEATH when he believes his baton conducts the way of life

This man has something that is undefineable much like the beautiful man. The essay I wrote and found was unusually intense considering I only saw his work in Chelsea NY in 2001. Like beautiful man it made an impact everything about it was feverishly sexual.  Running  over with, in, out, above and beyond it. Funny