Sculpture of muscle and skin, light and dark; smooth plains. As much carving as possible, without hammer and point.
When I used to carve stone, the little cracks and grooves suggested where to go. One line organized the next and another flowed from the other. I found harmony in the yield of the rock while satisfying myself. Somehow, we found a relationship and lived in peace.
Can it be done with line? I come close to allowing my hands to orchestrate the shape, yet I can’t hold or smell the outcome.
I miss the rugged artwork I used to create.
I finally have a sketchbook that’s perfectly made. After ruining 3 or 4 sketches on a Moleskine, I bought a (http://www.kunst-papier.com). It is fine German quality which can be felt on every part of the sheet. Nothing against Moleskine, I would rather spend a few hours knowing “I’m good to go”, than in a state of uncertainty.
Okay, back to the sketch. Cups really give me pleasure to illustrate. They have beautiful symmetry which begs to explore, shave and hatch. They are also useful to contain the nicest beverage ever discovered. Coffee.
I used to carve stone, big stone from quarries near Bloomington, Indiana.
It was hard work, but I was very young, strong and an idealist. I could, I would be a good sculptor. With influences such as Arp and Miro, I was on fire.
Funny how realism, marriage and finances change a path.
Maybe not that funny.
These are from last year, still in the tree and dried. Very dried. However, in the late afternoon sky, they take on a sculptured presence.
The red bud is a favorite of mine and native to Kentucky. Its bloom is short-lived, but worth waiting for.
After, it isn’t really much to look at especially when the bagworms have their way.