My view…9/11
Below you will find several poems, illustrations and photos of in-progress sculpture that represents many of the thoughts I’ve had over the last thirty years about grief. We all meet up with this in one way or another, each of us handling pain and change in a way that bests suits our beliefs.
I offer these as a visual way of helping one through the stages of grief.
The original illustration is long gone, drawn in the spring of 1983 during a personal crisis, emotional injury self inflicted due to my irresponsable behaviors during the time. A second work based on the emotion behind the original, created in 1993 while working for a bronze foundry in San Diego, was destroyed in a fit of frustration and anger. Time changes everything.
I have been trying to get to this and keep holding myself at bay. The conflicts I have with myself as a sculptor and the “material” fray of this world just doesn’t gel the way I would like. As an artist I have learned that one may give it away, recieve payment in kind or not. You either do or you don’t. I do, because I must. It is my breath.
I see galleries and Art, the selling of, akin to prostition. Marketing, pimping, what have you. So here is my street corner. If you desire a work of art , bronzed or other wise, it will cost you some bucks. The lost wax process (seven stages in all) is expensive. So much so that I have never had a work of mine bronzed. And such is the dream of an artist.
Both pieces are destroyed and I must begin again. C’est La Vie?
