I’ve been a bit twisted all my life, but real twisting for me started many moons ago in a scaffolding factory. During the lunch breaks to fill the time, I would make small animals and creations from leftover scraps of welding wire. I would give these to friends or leave them on the bus or in a park on the way home. I used to hide or leave them places because I have bipolar and was often down and looking for something—anything—to help me smile. I thought if had found one of my creations that would have cheered me up and helped me smile and I wanted to share that joy.
After many years of ups and downs, I started a Facebook page and started putting notes on my pieces. The first ‘official’ Twisted Murf piece was a giraffe I hid in a Mermaid (It’s a suburb!) park. The person that found it left a photo and a message on my page. Seeing this and learning of the joy they had with their new found friend left me inspired. I couldn’t stop.
Not everyone that finds one of my pieces lets me know, but when they do it’s worth all the work.