The sculptures in this body of work are about my friends, both real and imaginary. They are not literal portraits, but composites of people I know, imagine, or see on the street. The figures are meant to portray a spectrum of characters, from the humorous to the strange. It is about the passing parade of humanity that I see every day. NYC is a paradise for people watching. I am an inveterate and incurable people watcher. I like to think that all of these people are my friends.