The driftwood he gathers is naturally sculpted, polished and burnished by rivers and creeks, and he presents it in uniquely arresting, graceful and eye-popping ways. “It’s so beautiful as it is,” he says, “that I just try to find a way to give it voice. Most of the time it just says, ‘Look how exquisite I already am’.” And the character of the barn wood can only be achieved with the relentless march of time.