Tonight the theme was shooting through things. Shooting through windows and fences – anything I found interesting in Berkeley. The walk is 3 miles and this is what I saw…
So I’ve collected old square nails from the restoration of an 1884 Victorian, where I used to live. That was another life ago and I still have the nails. I decided to just let the materials speak to me and let me know what they wanted to be. Funny thing is – I’m winding up kinda Asian and it’s tripping me out. I asked Alan – my Asian friend at the studio – and he was like yeah totally. I’m making some kind of pagoda thing. I’m reminded of playing with Lincoln logs as a kid and making houses out of playing cards. It also reminds me of tramp art and prison art where things were made of match sticks and cigarette cartons.
This is organic – put together intuitively. No straight lines or perpendicular things – the old nails are bent and full of character. It’s what it is.
Most importantly this is all about shadows. This is why I love sculpture because it makes shadows and projects itself onto the world. Late afternoon angled light is best for making this appear to be something. And I’m not done – this is a work in progress.
I helped restore an 1884 Victorian in San Francisco with an old ex of mine. As we worked on it, I collected all the old square nails. I have three tins of them. Never knowing what I was going too do with them – I saved them.
Now I have an idea to create an obelisk type construction of old nails and incorporate stained glass somehow. I figured out how to put it together today. Don’t know where this is going but it will be cool. This is part of my history and remnants of the house I had to walk away from.
I have made art my life. Those of you who don’t get that never will.
This was my final class project. We had to a project on the body or humor. I chose to do a piece about Guillain Barré Syndrome. I got it 3 or 4 years ago – it’s all a blur now. You get a virus that tricks your immune system into attacking your nerves. It’s a creeping paralysis – I wound up paralyzed from the waist down and had no use of my hands. I could not sign a check. For me as an artist losing all my artistic abilities was the hardest thing to take. I received treatment and after physical therapy wound up making a complete recovery. For me trying to draw again was the hardest thing – day 25 after GBS I did my first drawing and managed to recover my skills slowly.
The black hand is the disease. The wrench is rebuilding – the hand is papered with a chapter on Male Homosexuality – I could not have gotten through it without David. The green hand is about learning to draw again. The gold hand with drips – is what I’m doing now – I have a show up about the evolution of a drip at Glama Rama Salon & Gallery
My final presentation is due for my class and I’ve had to rephotograph things. I had not been able to get a good picture of this to date. I’m finding sculpture hard to photograph. So I bought a white sheet and set this up at the studio. Lots of ironing- ugh. It was an overcast day that worked in my favor at the studio with lighting. I thought this came out well.