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
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.
“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”
― J.K. Rowling,