This next piece on the sculpting stand is an idea given to me 7-8 years ago by a collector (I love a great idea). I sat on the idea for a few years. Finally, I got around to roughing it in around 2012…..but then it mostly sat still, until “The Revenant” came out this year. I was inspired to take it off the shelf, and have another “go”…. and push it farther down the road.
Untitled (Open for suggestion) 22″ high x 47″ wide x 16” deep
I love it when a title and a sculpture merge together as one. When creating this piece, the words came to me and and I felt they were inspired.
She is a Popago Indian in southern Arizona about 1910.
After I sculpted the 32 inch wide nine player team piece, “Base Ball, circa 1890”, I had many people ask me to sculpt a single figure, So I did. I call this piece “Towne Ball, 1890.”
This piece will be cast in about a year. I’m pokey….. Getting sculptures out.
“THE FORGOTTEN MAN”
One morning, at 6am, I was brought up short seeing a man sleeping on cold asphalt…..he was embracing a bottle of liquor. Where does the mind go with this? “Pity, shame, judgment, step quick and get away from this human debris.” ”What can I do?” “Should I do anything at all?” “How did he let this happen to himself?”
A gentle realization came to me, it was as if I heard a whisper, ”He’s forgotten”. Not that ‘others’ have forgotten, but rather, he’s forgotten himself and has become an island of misery unto himself. Yes! It may take another to show him the way (be an example), but ultimately it is ‘he’ that ‘must remember’. To remember what? To remember that he can exercise the greatest of all gifts…..the ability to choose differently. He can say, “No” to the past. I have felt for years that within the parable of The Prodigal Son, six words hold a secret: “And when he came to himself….”. Could this possibly mean, “and when he awoke to his divine nature”, or, “and when he let go of his ego mind”. Oh, to say, “I have come to my ‘Self’, surrendered to Divine will, and forgotten the natural man.”
I could have easily called this piece….”Judge not the wounded soul”.
13″ wide x 3 1/2″ high x 8″ deep
Edition of #30
When I exhibit at an art show, I often take that time to sculpt heads. Heads which I put in a piece later.
We’ll, I’m in Great Falls, Montana, exhibiting at the Western Masters Art Show……
For years I’ve wanted to sculpt an old timely bare knuckle fist fight. My concept is to depict a scene where a traveling pro takes on the local tough guy……and the professional gets “Bested”. I’m working on a composition with two fighters, a referee, and four folks in the crowd.