Wind

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Wind


Steel 35″ x 35″ x 7″
Wood base 35″ x 10″ x 7″

When the wind stirs, a Native American’s thought turns toward the Great Spirit. May the sound of this wind-chime do the same.

These are the thoughts and this is the prayer of Chief Yellow Lark (Lacota).

Oh, Great Spirit,
whose voice I hear in the winds
and whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes
ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be superior to my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy – myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes,
so when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit will come to you
without shame.

The photo was taken in summer. The piece itself is set in winter. The branches of the tree are bare. The clapper is moved by three feathers. The piece is of steel that rests on an alder wood base.

Musing …Pregnancy

Musing

Pregnancy … Musing

10″ x 8″ x 7″

The sculpture was occasioned by a chance request of a pregnant artist working across from me in a large shared studio. The room was quiet. I should say quiet until the young woman let out a shriek. She motioned to a woman working beside her. “Come over here. Feel the little guy kicking.” The woman went over and placed her hand on the woman’s belly. The pregnant woman seemed lost in reverie. Then she looked at me. “Come over here. Feel his foot,” I was hesitant. It seemed a little too intimate to do with someone I hardly knew.

However, touching her belly and seeing her lost in reverie got me thinking. There no other way that anyone enters into the world except through the body of the woman.

To quote John O’Donohue … A woman “is the portal to the universe. No two humans can ever come closer than when one is forming inside the other’s depths. No man ever comes nearer to a woman. No woman ever comes nearer to a woman. During the entire nine months the mother sees nothing. The whole journey is a hidden one. It is the longest human journey from the invisible to the visible. From every inner pathway, the labyrinth of her body brings a flow of life to form and free this inner pilgrim.”

The woman I’ve sculpted was occasioned by seeing Nicolas Africano’s untitled glass sculpture of a sitting woman.

Marcus Aurelius

Marcus Aurelius

Marcus Aurelius


12″ x 12″ x 8″


While antiquity has left us numerous busts of Marcus Aurelius, I wanted to sculpt another. Why? Because I admire the man. He had an inward life. This is how Professor Joseph Badaracco of the Harvard Business School described the emperor’s way of living.

“Marcus knew full well the areas and responsibilities of practical life. He ruled a vast, diverse, unruly empire that spanned much of Europe, North Africa, and the Middle East. Marcus was…the chief priest of the Roman religion, and the highest judge in the Roman courts…. How did Marcus Aurelius combine the life of action with the spirit of reflection? How did he take the long view of the urgent tasks of the present moment? The answers lie in his personal journal. During the last years of his life, Marcus kept an informal record of his reflections, observations, and self-criticisms. He wrote for himself, not for the eyes of others. He wanted to understand who he was and how he should work and live. Marcus called the journal “To Himself,” and only centuries later did it come to be called “Meditations.” (available free on Kindle, my note)
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“The first lesson Marcus Aurelius might suggest for managers has nothing to do with work. In fact, its focus is on “not” working. Marcus’s advice would be to work hard to create moments of serenity. Again and again, throughout Meditations, Marcus reminds himself to slow down and step back, to withdraw and reflect. He writes, “Are you distracted by outward cares? Then allow yourself a space of quiet, wherein you can add to your knowledge of the Good and learn to curb your restlessness.” He tells himself, “Nowhere can a man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul.” And again, “Avail yourself often, then, of this retirement, and so continually renew yourself.”

“This talk of retirement and retreat may sound otherworldly and monkish. It may suggest someone without the stomach for the hard work of trying to make a practical difference in the world. But there is no indication that Marcus ever shirked the duties and cares of his position. He ruled until his death—and may actually have hastened it—because he refused, to the very end, to lay down any of the duties and burdens of his office.”
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“Were Marcus Aurelius alive today, he might well ask managers whether they have, somewhere in their lives, a counterpart to his tent, with its candle and plain table. He would be inquiring (discreetly and quietly—for he was, by all accounts, a gentle soul) not about a physical location, but about a mental retreat where they could reflect and renew themselves. Marcus might well be astonished and concerned at how infrequently the men and women who shoulder so many of the world’s responsibilities remove themselves from other people, agendas, deadlines, telephones, and computers, and simply sit for a while and examine themselves, their lives, their thoughts and feelings.”

Joseph Badaracco, Defining Moments, pp 122, 123.

Joseph

Joseph

Joseph (steel) 18″ x18″ x 22″
Base (wood) 17″ x 17″ x 17″


Why would anyone name this contemporary sculpture “Joseph?” I reference the father of Jesus.

Statues of the sainted Joseph are frequently saccharine, often in plaster, sometimes plastic, and almost always of a Caucasian.

I have juxtaposed a saw blade, wood, and steel. My effort is to make a piece that is representative of the man, one that has its own beauty while representing a workman that has strength of character. Surely this image of the man is no less accurate, and hopefully more captivating, than a plastic statue.

The massive saw blade is discarded industrial waste. The wood was found among the fallen piñon trees in the hills surrounding Santa Fe. Together these seemingly unrelated discarded pieces make a statement…as does the life of the man named Joseph about whom we know little.

Angelus

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Angelus


57″ x 18″ x 6″


Today clocks and watches, Fitbits and iPhones, let us mark time. In bygone days bells did the job. Whether atop churches or town halls they were also used to celebrate as well as to mourn. Though only a child, I’ll not forget the excitement roused by the near constant ringing of bells throughout Baltimore neighborhoods when World War II ended. Neither will I forget their toll during the burial of JFK.
Even in our high tech world, bells have their place. While walking the bustling streets of the financial district of New York bells sounded at noon. Many churches still ring bells three times daily, at 6AM, Noon, and 6PM. That devotion that harkens back to the time when an angel announced to Mary that she would soon conceive. The ringing is an invitation for hearers to pause in the midst of the day’s activities and to recall the sacred mystery in which we are all involved.
This is a door bell, albeit one that makes a statement at anyone’s front door. It is made from discarded industrial waste. You will recognize the bell as a gas cylinder, the type that provides oxygen for patients or acetylene for welders. It has been sawed in half to make a golden bell. A web of steel tubing holds it as well as the green leaves made from pressed steel. The bell rests atop a piece of steel salvaged from a discarded plow blade. Did you notice the bird atop the bell? I sculpted it in solid bronze. The clapper that hangs to the left of the frame is made from a piece of hard wood, following the Buddhist traditions.
This sculpture reminds the hearer that there is something sacred about the person who knocks at their door.

I want to express my gratitude to Doug Adams (the master of bell making with discarded industrial waste) for his inspiration and help.