I moved my studio from Manhattan to Williamsburg in 1980. After an exhausting day packing, I decided to wait until the next day to transport and unpack, so I left the truck parked for the evening in the city. That night the truck was stolen, only to be found a few days later entirely empty. I felt defeated. Every painting I’d ever done was destroyed or missing. In one the few boxes of materials remaining in my old studio was a few pounds of beeswax. For comforting diversion, I started making objects with the wax, experimenting with additives to improve its texture and strength, and adding oil paint for color. I didn’t stop for the next twelve years. The bulk of the work is figurative or symbolic.
