By day you led them with a pillar of cloud,and by night with a pillar of fire to give them light on the way they were to take. Nehemiah 9:12
What does an invisible God look like? Since the creation of the world His invisibleattributes are clearly seen. His invisble Attributes were in the clouds and in the night sky with as a pillar of fire for all to see and follow, all day and all night
A new series of cubes and terraforms that are exploring light in the desert wilderness. The 2″ x 2″x 3″ resin cubes are like milepost along a journey, a sign to stop and rest, to take in the energy that comes only from the Light. Infused into the resin casts are layers of phosphorescent casts which when charge with light emits an “excited light” electrons. The excited light in my pieces last for a period of time as they exhaust their power. A reminder to connect and recharge your life with the giver of Light.
As the seasons change, I am transitioning into the hot summer days and nights. My spring work included some of my largest pieces including “Lost Memories” a 7′ casting into the live edge of a Sycamore slab.
Late spring and going into the summer has me working on a series of cast resin cubes. I have describe some of my pieces as “terraforms” …worlds within worlds and “other worldly”. I see vast desert and ocean wilderness areas that have been part of my entire life. Dry clouds over a horizon, light dancing off the morning water and a millions stars illuminating the night sky.
The desert has played a pivotal role throughout history including the flight of a group of immigrants redeemed from slavery and promised a” land” of milk and honey. A visible sign of an invisible God is seen in the distance.The column penetrates layers of clouds lighting the sky for all to see and never leaving them-strengthening the promise made long ago. Exodus 13:20-22
Set on lighted platforms or as a stand alone piece in a garden window and sills. The cubes absorb light energy and exchange it as luminescence, eerie illumination produced. StoryBox-creations as An Obliq Artist
The sycamore slab takes on a new life juxtaposed against a corrugated steel background, like an ancient relic, a religious icon illuminating a dark outdoor space. There is new meaning in this space, the context has changed-the space has been transformed and in its center is the light emanating from piece “Lost Memories”
The wood was termite infested, crooked, twisted and weathered in the Arizona desert sun, I was drawn to this 10′ sycamore slab for those reasons-the greater the deterioration, the great the opportunity to transform the piece and claim it as yours.
I saw the wounds to this tree, the borings into its flesh and perhaps was the debilitating condition that ended the life of this magnificent tree. I was drawn casting resins into the “live” edge of the slab, the process of restoring, is almost fetish like and a driving influence in my work. The edge of this piece with translucent layering of resin casts with phosphorescent and pearlescent powders, has become the focal point of this piece. Illuminating the edge with LED lighting provides an other worldly appearance, confronting the viewer.
During the process of creating, there is a time to let the “muse” take over… that involves letting go of my desire and my efforts and creating what God has called me to create. Allowing faith to infuse my art is a major part of my creating process.
When I am alone working in my studio, listening to the silent sounds of the desert, I ponder so many questions, themes and challenges. Lifeless wooden slabs confront me in the studio-rough surfaces-crevices and live edges. Hostility is depicted by the jagged, sharp pitted edges as well as the size of the piece that confronts me. This lifeless but beautiful fragment of a once prosperous living entity; a majestic Sycamore tree existing in the wilderness was my task for reclamation. I am certain, that when God saw my life- He saw the same challenge.
Phil 2:13 For God is working in you-giving you the desire and power to do what pleases…Him.
A lost memory recaptured on recent trips to Taos, NM and Barcelona, Spain. A spiritual journey began with visits to churches and basilicas in Barcelona, Spain. Sagrada Famila is famous worldwide a church that has been under construction for over a 100 years and complete by 2025…they hope.
Mission church Chimayo, outside of Taos is one of the best examples of an early Spanish Colonial mission. In this case, it is a “healing” place, like Sedona, AZ and other healing places in the southwest. Chimayo mission is the site of physical and mental healings, some say miracles. We often mistake problems that require a spiritual solution-not a financial one.
Inside mission Chimayo are 2 separate rooms-in one, crutches hang on every wall, a testament of physical healing. From this room, you enter another room-low slung and no bigger than 10’x10′-central to this room is the small well in the middle of the floor of this room filled with the “healing” dirt from the land. Visitors are encouraged to take some of the dirt…Sandra did.
My traditional view is that church buildings were built to inspire us to focus on God. Spires, stained glass windows, and items on the altar were created to depict religious themes and to point our lives away from the earthly realm and focus on a heavenly realm.
A limited series of work, I created with my favorite mixed media-Wood-Resin-Steel & Light and bringing into existence my own version of a “monstrance”.My vessels display something holy-fragments and I choose the land, sky, water and an unseen world. There is a place where beings in the Rio Grande gorge ascend seeking a light from a wooden shard hovering above them and containing the healing power of the land. Light emitted from the piece breaks the darkness surrounding it. I think of the opportunity to spend moments of meditation during this period of light… a time of prayer and being thankful for all that God has created.
A “show” was just a passing thought one late winter night among unfinished pieces in my new studio space. My new work needed to be shown; Obliq Art had not put on a show in 16 months. I thought of all the good times we had and miss so many of the artists and collectors and just friends who made Obliq Art a regular stop on First Friday…and that thought was sown into the universe that night. “The right people will show up”. “The right space will show up”. Sometimes you have to walk in faith.
My work was about restoration of wood and about adding a different dimension to wood. Clear and colorized resins were pour into termite caused borings. Phosphorescent resins casts were added as well as casts with pearlescent powders. Lost Memories was created this past winter. A termite infested, crooked, twisted and weathered Sycamore slab that spent much time in the Arizona desert sun. A perfect piece to restore and reclaim. Another thought…Lives are like that.
Pete Deise and I have become friends over the last year. He reminds me of the surfer who first surfed Mavericks alone for years-a lonely pioneer living a pioneers life. I’m infatuated with his new work and personally I want to see his work integrated in some of the downtown buildings and projects I am involved with, like the Jackson Street Properties I selling. And I love helping him show his pieces. Its a little different installing and showing his pieces.
Justin Queal and I have been hanging about a couple of years. Our first time showing together. We have had some lunches and times together talking about art. Again another artist that I admire and getting to know him and his lovely artist wife, Abbey. Its a rich life when you have relationships like this. Flourish comes to mind when I think of Justin’s future.
Constance McBride and Cheryl Brandon have been in my consciousness for a while, especially Constance whom I first met at Obliq Art at the Arizona Center. Met Cheryl at the Fred Tieken’s Az 45 show in his gallery in Paradise Valley. Two very distinct ceramic artists with a wonderful following. Great contrast to the large pieces.
Someone asked me, “When are your shows”? I guess the short answer is “When I want”. Look forward to seeing how Obliq Art evolves. The Myopia show has allowed me and the other artist to experiment in the space.
The show opens again on Third Friday, March 18 at 7 pm and from noon to 5 PM on Saturday. Lots of parking behind the space as well as street and park parking.
New City Studio- 1300 N. Central Ave-across the street from the main Library and adjacent to Margaret Hance Park.
The spirit world beings rise from the depths of another world. A white light pierces a thick darkness and illuminates rising beings from the depths to the light. A storm is brewing in the desert and hovering above the eerie light- a spirit descends from heaven for an earthly visit.
In this piece, a spirit hovers over an abyss that is emitting a pure white light. The spirit takes on the form of the desert land and sky and embedded in an ethereal sky are clouds sent to nourish the desert but the storm contains only dry clouds… a harbinger of things to come.
Clear cast resins contrast with satin finished edges of cast resins. Exposed wood displays the character of the re-purposed wood, and new life emerges from the seemingly dead edges. Another piece inspired by my visits to Taos, NM. Healing dirt embedded in the base of the piece support the themes of healing. Elements of Earth, Wind, Fire and Light.
This termite infested, weather worn, crooked wooden slab looked perfect for reclaiming. What I did not expect was reclaiming the lost memories recollected during the process. I will admit there were many “inner hostilities” I confronted during the process. Some of memories of the inner hostilities came from the raw and rough nature of the wood. Naturally, I wanted to control the process of reclaiming this piece, the twisted wood was hard to control, it was heavy and awkward and the numerous pores, crevices and holes confused me…so much to heal to bring this piece back to life.
An interesting piece of wood hidden in a 4 acre lumber yard. The piece was hidden in a stack, hard to see and hard to get to, I climbed around the yard looking for the right piece and after moving other slabs, it seem that I got to my prize. I think we may have chosen each other.
When I am alone working in my studio, listening to the silent sounds of the desert, I keep pondering the restoration of life… especially mine. There was a sense of hostility and confrontation looking at the lifeless slab lying on the table. The hostility is depicted by the jagged, sharp pitted edge as well as the size of the piece. This lifeless but beautiful fragment of a once prosperous life; a majestic Sycamore tree existing in the wilderness was my task for reclamation. I am certain, that when God saw my life- He saw the challenge of my life. Where sin abounded, grace abounded more.
Termite infested and weather worn; a crooked wooden slab… perfect for reclaiming and restoring lost memories. Inner hostilities confronted the lost memories at every turn and I realize how life shapes these thoughts. I’m aware of these forces fighting within me. There are jagged and sharp pitted edges shaped by nature and the exposed elements, a lifeless but beautiful fragment of a once prosperous life; a majestic Sycamore tree once living the wilderness experience to its fullest.
The process of creating my art becomes a”fetish” experience, a repetition of shaping, smoothing and sanding translucent layers of resin layers cast into the decayed live edge of wood. It is like providing life in the dead arteries of the tree. I seem to work very hard doing this. It is hard work to regenerate this seven foot piece…but I must, its that inner conflict and hostility and good must prevail.
Light beckons the viewer to experience light, its an “eerie” glow that lasts well into the night. The light beckons the viewer to touch the smooth and now alive and transformed piece of wood. Light brings life to art and to life itself.
How do create images of the invisible? Can they be mirages? Or dreams? Or are they hallucinations? I have pondered this conundrum for some time now and somehow my artwork answers that question with memories of wilderness experiences. There is something about being absolutely alone under a big sky or vast ocean.
My latest work is much larger in scale. I use colored translucent layers of resin mixed with pearlescent & phosphorescent powders and cast onto the “live edge” of native Arizona woods. I have always consider myself a landscape painter and now entering a new phase as a sculptor. The “landscapes” created in my work are memories and images perhaps even mirages of undiscovered realms in the desert and along the shores of oceans.
LED lighting illuminates the translucent layers of resin and “charges” other layers of phosphorescent powder cast in the resin. An eerie landscape emerges as this light diffuses throughout the piece. I love how light penetrates darkness. I often muse about my work and how I prefer to see it in very dark settings. Part of that thought come from a sense of reverence that somehow light penetrating the darkness allows..I think its a primal force.
Sitting on the pieces allows me to somehow “connect” with the DNA of the piece of dead wood, now resurrected to a “new life”. feeling the wood and the resin arouses memories of time in the desert and there is something almost like reading braille when I run my fingers and hand along the highly polished and smoothed wood and resin. One such edge on one of my pieces reminds me of surfing this undulating gift from the sea, imprinted on my mind forever.
At times I feel like I’m an alchemist working late into the night casting layers of thought and creating something from “base” elements into something that somehow points to something spiritual…and that has to be God.
I experience the world created by the Creator. When I am working in my studio and creating work, I am on a spiritual journey and the right place to be in.