Floyd R. Peterson

Poet, storyteller, illustrator, and sculptor, Floyd Peterson was an artist in all he pursued. He retired from his career as a draftsman in 1974, and slipped immediately into “work” as an artist. Without a chronological record, we have no way to know which works are early and which came later, but we do know he wrote and designed and drafted incredible works for more than 20 years, in fact, right up until his death in April 2000.

Even in his 90s, with failing eyesight and limited mobility, Floyd continued to turn out a steady supply of imaginative, fantastic sculptures. These figures, made in wire and yarn, range from mythology to the edges of reality or depths of his own imagination. Friends brought him scraps of yarn, old coat-hangers, and miscellaneous “found” objects that got incorporated into dozens of new sculptures.

All work herein is copyright Floyd R. Peterson.
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Please check out the incredible variety of Floyd’s work! A small but extensive sample awaits you…

More on Floyd:

• About his book
• Obituary, April 18, 2000

A quote:
Unexpected — to me at least— in growing old, is the acceleration of time. Most mornings I settle down to do something and it is late afternoon before I notice that the day is past. It is not only the days either; the years are only a month long anymore.