Monthly Archives: October 2013

Imagery & Materials

The next day I went back to give a gallery talk with Joyce and Mary, the curator. This was actually kind of fun, much better for talking about art than the few minutes you get with anyone at opening night. Joyce talked about her paintings and the imagery in them, it’s source, the cacophony of images which are the World, and the Mind. It made me think that what imagery is for painters, material is for sculptors. The myriad and endless supply of that thing from which we produce our work, the World. The materials I work from are found everywhere, cement, bronze, plastic, wood, iron, stone, steel, put to a purpose in the built world; but to give them a character and an expression which is their own, not an only utilitarian one, is art, is sculpture.

Every material brings it own nature that causes what I find to do with it. Wood is the only material that has been alive; it is a kind of flesh. Metal is unyielding, up to  the point it is melted, and then it becomes suddenly pliable liquid. Stone was once liquid and is now crystal, harder than metal, it can only be chipped or ground, and by the simplest tools, hammer, sand, water. Plastic is like room-temperature metal, but can only be formed once, and never reformed again in a liquid, it becomes a soft stone. Clay is almost without an original identity, because it is all materials in one. It is a type of dirt, the earth. Everything else in distilled or mined or grown from it. It is primordial substance. Everything is clay. Clay is to sculpture what abstraction expression is for painting. A material able to express from out of the Mind whatever can be imagined… even the formless.


Opening Night

My opening last week went great! Thanks to everyone who showed up or sent me their good wishes. It meant a lot to me to see or hear from every one of you.

You can commit to do some thing a year or two years in advance, and work hard to do a lot for it, and rush at the end to do some extra things, and so often, just eek by. But I didn’t do that. I was prepared and complete, and I did it in good style. I’m proud of the way I presented myself.

I’ve made sculpture since I was a child. When I was a little skater dude, people thought I was that skater dude who made sculptures. When I was a punk rocker people thought I was that guitar player who made sculptures. When I was a network administrator, people thought I was that network administrator who made sculptures. When I was a rock climber and snowboarder, people thought I was that rock climber/snowboarder who made sculptures. When I do yoga, people think I am a yogi who makes sculptures. At work, people think I’m a computer systems guy who makes sculptures. And now I dance tango, people think I am a tango dancer who makes sculptures. But all along it is a Sculptor that I’ve been. I am a Sculptor, nothing more, those other things are just by-the-way.

It felt good to stand there at the opening, surrounded by the work I’d done, and receive the recognition of the people there that they knew me for what I am.











The show is now set up. I went in on Friday with my trusty helper A., and hauled everything up the legendary flight of stairs to the gallery. Sculpture is heavy. Then we went dancing. Saturday I slept in and later on, I cleaned up my studio. Sunday I took stock of my life and decided I had done my best, I had presented myself well. I feel like my imagery is consistent, the materials are varied, and both are developed to distinction.

On Monday I went back again and took photos before Joyce arrived with her paintings, but really, our work looks so good together that I will shoot new ones.












large tree log

I made this cuteness outside the front door of the gallery.