Archives for category: Finished Foundlings

Glasnost has become very important to me as the days have turned into months. I had no idea what to call this so the working name was glass/notes (glass for the door knobs, notes for the piano keys. Somehow that name became Glasnost (Openness). This emphasized its spiritual quality.

The antique pipette broke when I shipped this piece down to New Orleans for a show. I was heart broken but upon its return, I was able to go on line and find a replacement making its resurrection that much more dear. It was a lesson to learn that in creating these, I will have to think about shipping. Shipping shouldn’t “drive” the art but as with trying to engineer these, there are other concerns aside from the purely aesthetic pursuit.

ImageAs in previous posts, I have been exploring what my voice is and how to express it. Along with voice is the notion of what is an artistic expression as opposed to what is an illustration. Certainly there is some overlap and indeed, some artists (Norman Rockwell as well as Maxfield Parrish come to mind) have transcended illustration.

In this piece, Wes, there is a piece of coral that just seemed right for this. In thinking, or perhaps over thinking this piece, there seemed to be a western feel and was wondering if an antler might be more appropriate. In discussing this with my dear friend Christopher, I was gently chided. An antler, no matter how “appropriate” would make this an illustration. It’s the coral, whose sole purpose is to fill the space the way I needed it to be filled, so the whole piece works together, makes this art. It makes room for the juxtaposition. It expresses my vision and allows room for the viewer to make their own connections.

ImageSay Good bye to Hollywood. This is one of six Foundlings that have been shipped down to New Orleans for display in Gallery Orange. I am pleased and proud to have been accepted into the gallery.

The Solstice was yesterday so today starts the retreat of night. Hence the celebrations of the light that abound. I don’t have many holiday traditions but I do have lots to appreciate: my family, good friends and good health. This year was filled with travel, the creation of a stained glass project (two years in the making) and was productive for me and my Foundlings. From making them to finding a gallery in New Orleans to show them, I have a lot to be grateful for. And I am especially grateful for another year with Marie.

This piece is called Eclipse. It’s the closest piece I have on a celestial theme to celebrate the light.

Happy holidays everyone. May you all find what you seek.

A small piece, only six inches square. Just when I start to think that making larger Foundlings are so difficult to create, I am reminded that simple, small works are just as difficult (perhaps more so). How to find that perfect point where simple is not predictable, and small is not boring? And small pieces always run the risk of looking like a souvenir.

The bone centerpiece didn’t work after all (see Circular Reasoning). It turned out to be plastic. The aesthetic of these pieces have to be old so plastic just doesn’t cut it. I did find this small, brass lady’s belt buckle that fit. Made a small wooden holder for it and bolted it on from behind. Done.

It’s done. As I commented on earlier, I was trying to balance form with the brass, dark wood, glass and bone, but explore the introduction of light into this piece. The bone came from Randii’s front yard. Being close to a national forest, no telling what turns up in front of his house.

In this small work, a service bell serves as the centerpiece. I had a difficult time trying to integrate so few pieces together. No matter how complex or simple, the trick seems to be to make all the elements talk to each other. To avoid having the parts seem like they were just thrown together. My graphic design background helps, so does my aesthetic. When I do get the pieces to work, the Foundling becomes an integrated whole.

It’s done. Funny how this piece went together so easily as if it wanted to come together and yet I can’t seem to name it. I am such a fan of puns but somehow puns for names seem to cheapen the work. So I try to resist the urge to pun. Usually I am successful. This next one is called Blue Iris. Like I said, usually I can resist the urge.

Having rescued a broken down organ from the trash, I was able to re-purpose it, a little at a time, into other Foundlings. I get such satisfaction being able to find beauty in the most overlooked of items, a broken down organ, a worn cutting board, a piece of a brass bed and an old car horn. This is Gabriel, one of two pieces that will be in the Garden District Gallery show and I am hopeful that they were packed well enough to show up in New Orleans intact. I imagine that this is like letting little kids travel alone and waiting by the phone for a call letting you know that they arrived safely.