The Angels Depart-II




The angels have departed, their inspiration spent. I completed two small carvings that were extracted in the course of carving the "Ruins of the House of Rage." I also determined to smooth finish Both "Ruins" and "To the Mountain," which were both left with a chiseled finish in the haste that drove me to get them into the Eagle Street storefront gallery. This work continues, between other things.

Transitions

The sculpture gods......they whom I serve.....just a metaphor for the process of inspiration, right? Perhaps........

Inspirations.....messages from the gods......they are usually small occurances in the minds eye.....the trick is in learning to notice......and then pay attention.

Once in awhile they hit you on the side of the head with the force of a sledge hammer.

Lulu (my wife Louise) had been making Christmas presents using cigar boxes embellished with beads, glitter, and historic detritis found in our house, which has been in her family for uncounted generations. At the same time I was working on a plasticine study for a female figure, whose breasts were quartz pebbles from the beach of Gardiner's Island, where I work on dirty old buildings from time to time. I had encouraged the creative potential of the possibly tacky aesthetic of beads and glitter.....just one step removed from painting on black velvet......but it aint the stuff you use, its what you do with it. Christmas day, I open this present, and there is a Lulu watercolor of my platicine placed in a circus environment and covered with beads and glitter and plastic stars and feathers....entitled "The Beautiful Tatooed Lody." She is a bit of a mutant, having no arms.....all tits and ass; belongs in the circus.

Marching Orders. Delivered with the force of a Sledge Hammer. This was not the path back to the Angel Series. This was the start of a collaboration which is informing my work to the present.

The walnut carving of the Beautiful Tatooed Lady has a silver glitter tatoo of the crescent moon on her thigh, a silver earring , and a feather in her lackofhair. It blew me away.

Transitions-II



The next collaboration was "The Mountain." The walnut was quickly shaped with power tools and a chisel here and there. Beaded waterfalls emerge from the cracks in the mountain stones and chess men found caves to live in and a strange dollhouse chair found its way to the prospect at the very top. We couldnt find the place for the little micromachine dump truck filled with glitter stars. That toy truck generated "The Bridge."

Two hands emerging from the side of a mountain, holding an arch of stones underwhich a waterfall decends.The construction vehicle approachs the crest of the arch. Did I mention that at this point we owned the property in Vermont, had the architect's plans for our non-electric camp and didnt have the slightest notion of how we would get it built, except that, whatever the funding might be, and whenever it might manifest itself, we would build it together. These Pieces are statements of faith.

Tit Rock Pieces


From the Beautiful Tatooed Lady with her carved walnut breasts reproducing the form of beach stones, it was a small leap of imagination to stone torsos with actual beach stones as the breasts.......Tit Rocks.

With only a diamond saw mounted in a side arm grinder and a hammerdrill, I was able to hollow out the torso rock and install the tit rocks using steel reinforced mortar joints.

Tit Rock Pieces-II

One of these pieces moved to the mountain in Vermont, and inspired me to haul my generator and grinders in a wheelbarrow to the top of the mountain and cut the piece we called "Eating Primal Rock."

Prometheus


Somewhere in the synapses of inspiration the steel rods on which the cored bricks of the Brick Things are threaded mutated into chain, and the bricks into stone, and the image of Prometheus chained on the mountaintop became the image of the stones themselves chained together.

There is this outcrop of stone of the meadow of the mountain that has always begged for a sculptural presence. We found the stone for it, but couldnt move it with a five foot steel bar. When we got the four-wheel drive truck, I hooked up the chain and Louise drove, and we dragged the stone across the meadow to the outcrop. Amid camping in the frost of October while the excavation and concrete work for the camp was accomplished, I blew the hole through the stone with the hammerdrill, and left it. Louise asked what I wanted for my November birthday and I said, a weekend North to mount the stone. The two inchs of snow melted over the course of a beautiful day, as we set up a tripod and cut the bottom of the stone to a V shaped edge and cut a corresponding grove in the outcrop. Lifted and placed the stone with a two ton chain hoist and secured the whole thing with 7/16 inch steel pins and chain. This collaboration was the best birthday I ever had..........Prometheus.

Prometheus-II
I did Prometheus II in Peconic. Again stone and steel chain, but no steel pins this time, just a continuous length of chain joined with a shackle. A very strange hollow rock hauled off the beach years before makes it a bird bath.

Prometheus III was placed with the help of Jon Bohl and his 20 ton Hitachi excavator (the man is an artist). Louise suggested that it should include a stone suppended by chain, so I prepared a Long Island beach rock and when we snowshoed into the mountain, I installed the binding chain and suspended rock. By then we were preparing for the war with Iraq.

Stone, Steel, and the Protest Against War-I

When the first President Bush took on Saddam Hussein in Operation Desert Storm, I took to taking long walks through the woods along Long Island Sound near our home in Peconic. I would make piles of rocks along the way. To place one stone upon another seemed a primal human anti-entropic gesture.....the opposite of the destruction of war. In the sixties I never saw the point of waving signs while marching and chanting as a War Protest, and piles of stone seemed every bit as meaningful a gesture of protest. Piles of stone in the woods fall down for whatever reason; when I returned several years later, my protest piles were all gone.

Stone Steel and the Protest Against War-II

When Bush II started the build up for attempt #2 against Saddam, I had chain and steel rods to bind the stone till the steel rusted out. I set myself the challenge of a piece a week over the course of the media hype that justified our national agression.

Stone, Steel and the Protest Against War-III




When the newspaper headlines declared "Endgame" I did the last of these pieces, the fourth stone suspended by chain from three other stone piles. The next day we started the invasion. Not long after that Louise and I began the work on the camp in Vermont and the sculpture gods placed me on sabbattical for the duration of the spring, summer and fall.

My Father's Death


In the midst of the Stones and Steel War Protests, my father, aged 94, slipped into a coma as a result of renal failure. He hung on for an amazing two weeks, during which I worked on a rock assemblage with a bit more carving and interpenetration than the simple conjunctions of fitted wild stone which I considered protests. This piece felt like an exploration of my feelings about the family of my birth.

The day my father died, I went out to my stone workbench and did a simple piece of a single stone hung by chain in the carved gullet of another stone.

I have no idea if these pieces communicate to others my feelings of personal conflict and resolution. I have no idea if others would pick up from the War Protests the sense of intense resistance to destruction which I felt in doing them. In dealing with non-objective sculpture, it is probably enough that the piece capture, hold and communicate a sense of psychic energy. The meaning of that energy may well be irrelevant to the viewer, if it at least comes through the piece.

Mosaics


Somewhow the creative projects that Louise does at Christmas work their way into my aesthetic awareness and cause changes........ This year she found her way into mosaics...hotplates for the whole family. Mosaic supplies at the craft store are absurdly expensive, and she found her way into the pet store and its supply of colored fish tank gravel.......right on Lulu.

A walk on the beach brought home a collection of beach stone, and I began to play with them, sort of a do it yourself puzzle. Louise added the shells and beach glass. Not much good as a hotplate, but a neat wall piece.

The thought occured to me that the rocks in the Vermont woods could be worked to provide a field for mosaic work, so I took a piece of quartzite we had brought to Long Island from Vermont, and cut the channels for Louise to fill. Mirrors facing each other in the canyon of the carving produce infinity chambers within the stone. This piece feels like a map of a sacred site of the mind.

The granite piece was a collaboration from the start. We studied the rock in its wild state, concieved the modifications by diamond saw carving which I then did, and worked together to glue on the granite stones from the beach with latex grout adhesive..........Stay tuned.