This is the first of a series of short videos which document the making of my next sculpture, "Dancers". In part one, I show how I plan and start the piece.
Alabaster with black walnut base
17x13.5x8 in.Read More
The lapis lazuli sphere brought into focus the idea for this sculpture. Geometry's clearest uttering, the sphere, shaped geology's blue mumblings into this planet-like orb. Imperfections of gold and white create continents and rivers and clouds. It looks familiar, we know this place, it's our world. The best gift bestowed on us by the universe, unconditionally. Necessary and sufficient, it nurtures us until the end of time, when geology breaks free of its temporary cage and explodes again into its incomprehensible rant.
Like any gift, its value is measured by our gratitude and respect.
I am pleased and honored that my sculpture "Waiting" in the Artomatic@Frederick 2013 show was "brashed" - chosen by the elusive poet Brash as an inspiration for a short poem. Enjoy!
Recently I've started experimenting with glazes for my small clay sculptures. Two of them have been selected for the October juried group show entitled "The Body Beautiful", at the Capitol Arts Network's gallery in Rockville, MD. Opening is on October 4th, 2013 6-9PM - more information on their website.
Tonight I took in a couple of pieces to be fired by my friend Terri who runs a pottery studio in Kensington. It is fun to take sculpture into her place because folks there tend to get excited when I start pulling out my weird creations. Most of them labor over delicate white pottery, and my stuff is nothing but...
So tonight I am praying to the kiln gods that nothing explodes this time around. The pieces have been drying for a while, but you just never know... I remember the embarrassment a couple of year back when my sculpture blew up and took out most of its kiln-neighbor pots. Terri was not pleased, but she's seen it all before so she let me come back. Sometimes, when what I bring in is deemed a risk to others, I get my own firing cycle. It gives me peace of mind knowing that my radical, suicide-bomber clay will not inflict pain on some innocent potter's work.