Salvage copper pipe.
Copper head
peace pigeon project #7 prickly bird
Detail of thorny twig from a trifoliate orange shrub.
At least two years ago I picked up this thorny twig at Armand Bayou Nature Center. I was there to see the buffalo and go on a family hike. (If you know me then you know to sculpt life size buffalo is part of my artist plan.) The buffalo never stood up and I didn't get any usable photos of them; however, I did pick up this sweet thorny twig as we hiked the trails.
This little twig has attacked both curtis and me in our garage. It is amazingly Curtis has not thrown it away when I was not looking. I think it has found a new use- pigeon #7
I hope to cast it in bronze.
peace pigeon #7 - light as a feather
view of birds left side. He is looking back at his tail feathers. The tail is on the right.
detail of base- found object.
My drawing that inspired the series.
GERMAN BEAK - CRESTED TRUMPETER
19" X 24" charcoal 2014
Photo shoot
As an artist I spend hours, days, weeks and maybe sometimes years on a particular piece. Then I photograph the piece myself. In order to get an ok composition it takes me half a day, then a half a day editing. I know my photographes are not horrible but they are also not what a professional (artist) photographer who can compose. This summer I started looking for someone to create photographs of my work who would take the time and care I would take but, also have the knowledge about lighting and shadows that I do not. I want someone to not just shoot my work but to compose the photographs as carefully as I create my art.
A few weeks ago at the Center for contemporary craft I heard Will Michels speak about art and photography (for artist) and documenting your work. His lecture was very well organized and his photographs were stunning. Will's understanding of lighting and the way he manipulates shadows was just what I was looking for. In addition, his resume is very impressive; he teaches at Glassell, he has won numerous awards, he is one of the MFAH photographers and curated the war photography exhibit at the museum.
November 5, 2916
Will started photographing my sculptures. This is one of the photos Will took.
shake shake shake - wire II
photo by will michels
I think I made a good decision and look forward to future photo shoots with Will.
Checkout his website
A shout out to my grand doggy - Grito
11/13
I am working at home today and getting a little help from my grand doggy Grito. We are babysitting Grito while Griffin and Alex are in Morocco at the climate change meeting.
He is a sweet guy and must be missing Griffin and Alex since he is napping in the sun and snuggling up to my knee as I work on a new wire piece.
Grito found my son Griffin on Mexican Independence Day 2015 in the mountains outside San Miguel Allende. Griffin was on a thirty mile trail ride (horses). The vet' said Grito was a day away from starvation and he had numerous infected sores on his body.
Mexican Independence Day 2015.
We think he is a cur mountain dog. Curs are mixed breed treeing dogs. Grito does keep his eye out fo all squirrels and other small creatures that dare to crawl our wall.
Plus curo mountain dogs have very bizarre dew claws and Grito has very interesting few claws.
Grito keeping me company in my garage studio as I work on a new wire piece.
Just in case anyone asks- He is in a he US legally as Griffin got him a doggy visa.
He is very obedient if you speak Spanish. He only understands Spanish so Curtis and I are working on our Spanish dog commands.
Grito' commands.
He has been a pleasure but I think he is ready for Griffin and Alex to return.
Poetic moment
November 13, 2016
I experienced one of life's poetic moments this morning.
The back story: I have been working on a sculpture since 2013 called "gust" a series of bronze hats that are caught in a gust of wind. They tumble, twist and dance into frayed, tattered and torn abstracted shapes. When you consider my dedication to this body of art you will understand why this morning's walk was punctuated with a poetic moment.
Poetic moment: On a dog walk this morning my husband saw this tiny acorn cap hanging about 4' high from a single thread of a spider web. We took the dogs home and I came back to shoot this video. If you listen carefully you will hear the taptaptap of a dog walking quickly in the street to my left. As the taps get louder, the dance of this precarious tiny cap - grander.
As an artist whose focus is capturing energy through drawing and sculpture (not to mention my focus on gusts and hats) this was a moment of sheer poetry.
- "gust" (acorn) cap
One of my favorites in my "gust" series
"gust" - (acorn) cap
November 13, 2016
I experienced one of life's poetic moments this morning.
The back story: I have been working on a sculpture since 2013 called "gust" a series of bronze hats that are caught in a gust of wind. They tumble, twist and dance into frayed, tattered and torn abstracted shapes. When you consider my dedication to this body of art you will understand why this morning's walk was punctuated with a poetic moment.
Poetic moment: On a dog walk this morning my husband saw this tiny acorn cap hanging about 4' high from a single thread of a spider web. We took the dogs home and I came back to shoot this video. If you listen carefully you will hear the taptaptap of a dog walking quickly in the street to my left. As the taps get louder, the dance of this precarious tiny cap - grander.
As an artist whose focus is capturing energy through drawing and sculpture (not to mention my focus on gusts and hats) this was a moment of sheer poetry.
- "gust" (acorn) cap
"gust" one part of the series.
peace pigeon project - powder room sink
I just realized that I made my first pigeon in 2004 when remodeling a home built in 1938. The only downstairs space for a powder room was under the stairwell. The space measured 46" X 33" (that is not a typo - inches). I bought a small toilet but could not find a sink small enough. My solution was copper bucket. I mount it on 3 claw and ball feet and placed it on top of a tiny marble shelf. The faucet is the head. = peace pigeon
The handle is the tail.
It does not have the energy I like to have in all my pieces however ............ it was 2004.
The nose in the far right is Grito my son Griffin's dog. Grito is a rescue from the desert outside of San Miguel Allende. Yes he is in the US legally. Grito has his own visa.
Bronze pour 11/10
Recycling 31.95 lbs.
Weighing the bronze
Building up the heat.
Warming the bronze before adding it to the crucible.
Putting on my protective gear- leather chaps, leather shirt, insulated gloves with welding gloves over and wire mesh face hard and helmet.
The actual pour- David Medina in the dead man position with Carlos Garcia pouring the bronze. My job is covering the pieces with tiles to keep the sand out of the shells and having them uncovered as each piece is poured and then recovered (and to make sure I am out of David and Carlos' way). kris poured sand around the pieces to keep them warm and stabilized. John was also on hand to add spar set should we have any leaks.
Excess bronze poured into inget molds.
The new set up at TXRX took to long to heat the bronze and I need 75+lbs. to pour mine so we just poured a few small pieces. We will pour my pieces next Thursday. 😊
peace pigeon project #6 - grounded
Roots
These roots have been taking up space in my work area for at least three years. It feels so good to finally use them.
Rear view
Drawing that inspired the series.
German beak trumpeter pigeon with leg muffs
peace pigeon project #5 - - found object
Peace pigeon # 5 - found object
I think they make a great pigeon. I will not weld these two pieces together because part of the beauty is the balance of the body on the legs and the light that breaks through between the two objects. Welding would ruin that.
It even has the leg muff that the German beak trumpeter pigeon has.
This guy is resting not in motion as are the other pieces in the series.
peace pigeon project #8 laundry twisties
A new materials investigation
The box of twisties
Step 1 breakdown the twisties
Sculpting the first leg muff
shake shake shake - wire IV
Can't wait to get professional pictures of this guy.
peace pigeon project #4 - screen
I found an old scrap of screen used for windows.
The piece is sewn together with wire thread.
Material detail
The project is to experiment with a new material every week. I am keeping the subject simple to focus on the material.
When lit properly he looks like he is made of smoke.
Art opening
Comb here I
moments that matter - opening
comb here
30" X 22"
charcoal and ink
Peace Pigeon project #3 - feathery finery - start to finish
Finished piece
I welded together a small steel armature using pencil size steel.
When I add the tail it will stand up better.
View from the other side.
Wow! I love just the lath.
Lath cut for body of pigeon.
I used a tennis ball to form the chest.
Dried up old garland from last fall.
Detail
Messy business
Propping up the tail while it cures.
Detail of leg muff and tail
From behind and under
Celebration and remembrance exhibit - "forgotten soul - s.erickson" - bronze
Opening
Inspiration for future work
October 11,2016
I am always finding things on my morning walks that I have to pick up. This little leaf was today's treasure. It will be the inspiration for a future piece. I carefully carried it to my studio and took these pictures with my cell phone.
My studio- my definition and use.
I was asked to define my art studio and how I use it.
This is what I came up with-
-my studio-
Is stuck in traffic as my mind wanders.
Sits at a stoplight where I observe a homeless man and his possessions.
Is a construction site as I memorize the body language of the workers.
Is the park where play inspires a body of work.
Is above the skyscrapers where construction cranes bathe in sunlight.
My studio-
Is a memory I can’t let go.
Is an object in which I see the life of a grandfather.
Is a stick I have to pick up.
Is a sleepless night where my thoughts resolve.
My studio-
Is the Internet where articles are read.
Is the photo application where work is documented.
Is Squarespace where a website and blog are my gallery.
Is Facebook and Instagram where posts count the likes.
My studio-
Is a corner in the garage where thoughts become works on paper, and observations transform into abstract wire sculptures.
Is the kitchen counter where small sculptures are prepared to be cast in bronze.
Is a hacker space where furnaces heat bronze and sculptures are immortalized.
Is studio 234 in the old Nabisco factory where BLOCK XVI fellows strive.
My studio-
Is where soap bubbles, wax and wire, charcoal and clay, paper and ink are well stocked.
Is where safety goggles and ear protectors, respirators and gloves are within reach.
Is where angle grinders, chop saws, and pneumatic needle hammers are well oiled.
My studio –
Is simple, clean, well lit and dead white.
My studio –
Is where I tell my stories and invite others to listen
Accepted -
A few weeks ago I noticed that Artspace a non profit gallery in Roundrock, Texas was having a call for art. The curatorial theme - "celebration and Rememberence" a sort of day of the dead celebration. I immediately thought about a bust I sulpted in 2014 and how nice it would be for the inspiration of my sculpture (Mr. S.Erickson) if the piece was selected. "Celebration and Remembered" is not a juried Show and I had decided to only apply for selective juried shows. It would be a away of paying tribute to a man who was forgotten in his time and it was a local opportunity to submit a sculpture. So I submitted the piece. I am happy happy to report that "forgotten soul- S.Erickson" will be remembered and celebrated at Artspace in Roundtop Texas during the month of December. Below is the artist statement I submitted.
forgotten soul – S. Erickson
Was one of the thousands who died at the Oregon state mental hospital whose ashes were abandoned inside 3500 copper urns. I saw his picture in the newspaper and could not forget him. "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" was filmed at Oregon state mental hospital.His file stated he was a laborer and suffered from senility, he came to New York in 1883 from Norway. Mr. Erickson was one of the forgotten souls but I could not forget him.
