Found, as an infant, wafting down the Duwamish river, nestled in a tiny canoe made of birch bark and adorned with daisies . . .
nawww . . . not really.
Peter Dibuz, a Seattle native, has been a life-long tinkerer and has always felt compelled to craft and create with his hands and his quirksome mind. Having dabbled in media ranging from granite to guitar (and many points between, some to proficiency), he has acquired a wide range of skills and tooling; those which he has developed a desire to combine and orchestrate (at whim) into a unified field of practice.
Furthermore, pdib has often found himself surfing the gap between “Artist” and “Craftsman”. He’s a creative dude, no doubt :>P but most often feels his creations need to have some function. Dunno why, just is like that. . . . … And, so, very seldom (if ever) might his work be called “Fine Art”; and/but, oft'like, his pieces will serve some purpose (if even just some almost hypothetical function that be).
What, then, would be this tinker-sculptor’s all-inclusive field of dreams?
What one category could possibly entertain all of woodwork, metalwork, leatherwork, horn and bone, concrete, glass, shapes of all-kin’a whacky origins (often incorporating found objects), resulting in veritable sculptures . . . but of clear function and purpose?
. . . ? . . .
Why, the humble lamp. I’ll tell you what!