Posts Tagged ‘sculpture’

Hindoo Boobs And Eye Candy…

October 22, 2011

I know, for some that’s redundant. I just got back from one of my annual pilgrimages to Des Moines to stop off at AKAR, but more importantly to visit my great friend Ig. Part of his summer’s adventures ended up with another shipping container from the far east. The dumpster was still in the driveway as I arrived and evidence of his travels was everywhere. Let’s just begin with those hindoo boobs. As a sculptor from way back, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb to suggest that of all the ancient sculptors that carve depictions of deities throughout history, none consistently do better boobs than the Hindus. I first became acutely aware of this after a visit to the Smithsonian’s Freer and Sackler galleries. So as I pulled up in the drive, here’s what I saw…

I know, I know, these statues are not old (just carved actually) and not made by Indian sculptors but still, check this out…

Am I right or am I right? I mean these are definitely not Michelangelo’s pomegranite boobs…

Hey, I love Michelangelo as well as the next person but I have to give credit where credit is due. OK, moving on from the nonsense. Like all visits to my friend Ig’s, there was much food, wine, movies and best of all great conversation… especially at a couple dinners where friends showed up to socialize. As the camera sat in the kitchen (just like my last visit), I completely forgot to take pics of the guests… bad blogger. So on to the eye candy. Here’s my favorite new vase of Ig’s (it’s not all that old but I sure like it)…

Dreamy! Here’s some new masks…

Here’s a big blue and white vase (not all that old again but not new either)…

More pots…

One of my faves…

Here’s a cute little one…

Ig also has a bunch of petrified wood and then there was this petrified shell. Look at my foot to see how big this thing is…

Now let’s switch over to contemporary. I stopped into AKAR to swap out some inventory and took the opportunity to get some pics of work. I always like to visit AKAR’s gallery because there’s so much great stuff all packed in there…

Here’s Jeff’s…

And Ms. Yoppolo…

Mr. Michael’s…

Mr. Snipes’, not so hot of a pic as the pieces were tucked back in a bit of shade and looked bad with the flash on so this is what I got…

Ms. Coleman…

And Adam Field, never saw his before in person, beautiful pots…

Last but not least, Mr. Chung…

Of course, there was some fun and games. At the dinner party, Ig got out his “cheese cutting board” (not sure why that’s in quotations) and in the box was this “cheese saw”. I was wondering what kind of cheese needed such a lethal gadget. I tried to shave with it to no avail…

He’s Touchin’ His Butt!…

May 26, 2010

Well, after our first lunch at A-Dong, we headed over to the Pappajohn Sculpture Garden because Mom and Sofia hadn’t been there before. When we arrived they were installing a new Keith Haring sculpture with a big work crew and an even bigger crane. I didn’t think ahead of time that Sofia would enjoy the park as much as she did but while we all watched the installation, she ran up and down the hills and rolled down the hills and didn’t want to leave when it was time to go. We visited each piece and she stood for a picture in front of each one. So first the Haring piece, here’s the pieces lying on pallets…

This next picture shows the crew trying to decide the best way to attach the straps so the crane can lift the piece they’re bolting to the base first. We stood here for quite some time as I’m always interested in the political interaction of groups like this… it beats “survivor, wherever” every time. Before long it became clear that the crew was sharply divided into two groups… sculpture people who knew sculpture and crane people who know how to lift things. Although everyone was well-behaved, I could tell that one guy on the crane crew thought that the sculpture crew was being too pedantic and circumspect about moving the piece into place and especially about keeping it wrapped with felt to avoid scratching the surface. The sculpture guys were extremely careful…

Anyway, it took quite some time to get the first segment into place and we had already traveled the whole park and taken pictures of all the pieces when we got back to the Haring, they had it suspended above it platform trying to nudge it into place. As we walked by with Sofia, I was seconds away from shouting… he’s touchin’ his butt, he’s touchin’ his butt, but decided that maybe it wouldn’t go over so well with the crew although I knew it would go over really well with Sofia. I opted for self-control and merely pointed this out to our group so the crew couldn’t hear but as you can see from this picture, he’s touchin’ his butt, he’s touchin’ his butt…

We came back a couple days later to get the pictures of the finished installation…

Ig had brought his new camera and took lots and lots of pictures which I have copies of and I’m trying not to post too many of them but he took hundreds of them and his camera has one of those rapid fire features that takes several in a row which always promises to get un-posed shots that can be very good. Here’s the bug wandering…

As we went from piece to piece I must say that some of the sculptures were a bit vicious on this particular day and I became the victim of some rare outdoor sculpture bites, notice that the bug is so used to her dad that she’s relatively unfazed by my actions even though they are for her benefit. I’ve been trying to make her laugh for 5 years and I’ve already used up all my material, pretty soon I will be met with only “oh dad” because what had one time made her laugh will soon only make her embarrassed, well c’est la vie…

Damn that rabbit…

And finally I got bit by a bug, Mom is pixelated because she doesn’t want me posting pictures of her on the blog without a senate hearing…

Much of the time that we spent on the hill overlooking the installation, Sofia rolled down the hill and I really do have about 100 picture of this that Ig took. Anyway, I had to include a couple because it’s amazing to me to watch her unlimited energy and how much fun she was having…

And after a long day’s work, she headed home…

And of course no Iowa post would be complete without some more eye candy for the potter…

Yankee Go Home…

May 15, 2009

Growing up in central New York and going off to college in Kentucky and later in southern Illinois can be a bit of a culture shock. At Murray, my first student aid job was as a custodian in one of the buildings on campus with 3 lovable “good ol’ boys”. They were between 50 and 65 years old and I was a continual source of amazement to them. They were not impressed with me in any way… more like a curiosity. They thought it strange that would come to school to major in art, that I wouldn’t share my romantic adventures, that I never had real moonshine (they cured me of that) and finally, that I made sculpture. I, on the other hand, was amused by their interchanging the word sculpture with sculptor( I have since noticed this with many other words like saying ideal when one means idea) and that it seemed that this affectation was not confined to the three men I worked with. I spent some late summers in the tobacco fields making extra money and the tobacco farmers used the same phrase during breaks when people are shooting the breeze. Inevitably there would be a point in the conversation where they would ask… “now, what d’ya do there at the college?” and after I mentioned that I made sculpture someone would always look at me sideways like I must be pulling their leg and say something like… “so yer a sculpture eh?” This continued into graduate school and when I had my MFA exhibition, the name of my show was obvious to me. Here’s my MFA show poster…

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Sculpture At The River…

April 30, 2009

The Falls of the Ohio was the only unnavigable section of the Ohio River in early times and because the drop in elevation made the river unnavigable coupled with the shallowness of the water that allowed natives to cross easily, Louisville was formed. There’s a dam there now and when the river is lower in the summer the flow is closed off which raises the water level that’s left so barges and the like can go up and down. As it turns out, the river bed which is visible after the dam has been closed, reveals an enormous and geologically important marine fossil bed from 375 million years ago. Because of the damn dam, the flotsam and jetsam too from all points north on the river swirl and eddy and eventually get stranded when the flow of the river goes down. My good friend Al spends a lot of time at the falls and makes sculptures from the debris. He only uses what’s washed up on shore. He has a blog about his adventures called Artist At Exit 0. Check it out if you’re inclined.

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Back at home, pots are being thrown, the irises are bloomin’ and the little girls are dancing…

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