Friday, September 25, 2009
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Serious Play
Admittedly, I never felt truly seduced by the clay. I never felt like I was having an enthralling experience; in fact it always seemed like a lot of plain hard work. Which was perfectly fine for me, for I have always understood that hard work brings a strong outcome, and although I may not always enjoy the process, it can be a successful outcome that causes you to love the craft. But don’t get me wrong, most of the time when I was not cursing the concept of sculpture, I was enjoying it, and felt indubitably satisfied in pursuing it as a career. But deep down, I had always assumed my approach was rooted in logic. I just never felt comfortable employing the word “passionate” when explaining my relationship to sculpting.
That was until this first day of Fall, 2009. This morning I went downstairs to my garage studio with a fresh, warm slab of microwaved clay. I was happy to begin the second day of sculpting my second-ever life-size figure. I flipped on NPR and started working. The clay was warm and smooth as I squeezed it through my fingers; I kneaded out the lumps, making a consistent slap to apply to my lady. I was still in the primitive stages of my nude, still massing in the forms that were barely beginning to suggest a shape. Every mass I added, I started to see progress; every piece of clay I added became more important than the piece before it; every piece of clay had a purpose, and I knew exactly where it was going before I laid it on. I completely blocked out the radio. I had entered…the zone. Instead of listening to the radio while sculpting, I was sculpting while the radio was on. It felt great; I felt as though the clay was an extension of my fingers. As I laid each piece onto the sculpture, even though I knew where it was going, and what form it was creating, it was like I didn’t care. For some reason, it was not the outcome that was consuming me, it was the present moment. I was almost worried to step back and see what a mess a had created. But only Almost. Sculpting was all that mattered. The feeling was all I cared about. I was having fun. I was have a really. Good. Time.
Who knows what brought this on. This is my first sculpture outside of school, and perhaps I am excited by having some independence as an artist. This is my second life-size figure, so perhaps I am approaching it with more confidence and trusting myself not to fear experimentation. Perhaps I am just getting better at what I do. I hope it is all of these things. It is simply a comfort to know that I’m moving forward with my sculpture, it’s nice to get these hints that you might actually be progressing. Discovering what it feels like to be passionate when sculpting has been a very important experience. And as small a step as it may be, it feels like a leap for me. Although I now know how it feels, I am in no way expecting myself to feel this way 100% of the time. It is a fleeting moment, passing quickly, but leaving an impact. I feel grateful having had it, and respectful that it may not come again for some time. But, it makes me appreciate that the hard times are also important to making sculpture. It is important to hate it sometimes, it is important to labor through problems that seem unsolvable. Like anything, there needs to be conflict to have resolution. The enthusiasm will pass, as will the discouragement. Art-making is like a series a phases; it can be exciting, devastating, and even mediocre. It is the persistence through these stages that bare an artist. The true artist understands the fragile balance between logic and emotion and how they are forever dependent upon one another in creating valid art; it is just as important to go with your mind as with your heart.
Today, I merely caught a glance of how vital emotion is when creating, and it will be a long journey before I truly understand the dichotomy. Nevertheless, I will still smile just a little harder, whenever I remember the oxymoronic advice of a great teacher, “to regard art-making as Serious Play.”
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Armature Stages
The Armature
Monday, September 14, 2009
Welding Time
Monday, August 31, 2009
Clean, clean, clean!
Friday, August 28, 2009
My Date with the Bridgeport Fire Dept.
Reference Photos continued...
Reference Photos
Here are are few of the reference photos I've been given to work with. Many of the pictures I have are old low resolution photos from post cards, which were then blown up. Because of this, the images do not explain much in terms of detail. They are mostly good for gesture, stance and the general masses of the figure. Because many of the postcards available were printed in the early 1900s, the color in the photos was painted on, distorting detail even more when blown up. Also, some of the postcards are not photos at all, but illustrations of the monument (which can be useful in other aspects because the drawing uses line to explain form that may not be readable in photos!)