"a lifetime facilitator of items that want to be something that they are currently not."
Jack Metcalf spent his youth knee deep in the sweating swamps of the southeast smearing the line of where illusion ends and reality begins. His creations emulate a diary of sorts. The work balances draftsman precision with an ambiguous blather of imagination, insight, and delight, presenting an internal conversation that is felt, but never fully comprehended. The work is playful, visually stimulating, and when tied to the stories behind each piece, also deeply personal. It may have humor, but it's not to be taken lightly.