As a child I would often spend my time up in my room creating frames out of clay. These frames were simple creations that I proudly birthed ... or so I thought. Tonight I was fiddling around in the garage with some chicken wire I had just acquired. (because every good artist needs to have chicken wire close by). Without thinking seriously what I was doing, I found myself pounding a square into the back of the frame. Then cutting a large x into the center of the wire I pealed back the parts and nailed them to the top of the wood.
Holy Cow! Flashback.
I suddenly remembered clearly that I had made a similar object for my mother years and years ago.
And here I was now, 15 years older staring at the same design. This was certainly not planned.
I like to build stuff. I like to experiment with mixing different mediums together and I guess wasting a lot of time and money on making mistakes. It is essential to waste time on perfecting craft. But I don't waste my time finding metaphorical meanings out of anything, because in essence everything I see and touch does relate to me as it becomes filed into folders of my brain.
Most everything I use in work seems to relate to personal past experiences. I used to raise chickens. And because of that decade of bird wonderland, I know exactly how wire works and bends. I know how burlap feels because my brothers and I used to fill pig troughs with feed from bags made out of such. I know how wood works, because I remember building forts out in the woods and ramps for the bike. But I am not talking about my childhood in this work as we can all see. Heck.. there's only a bowl of apples. A more common item was never seen on this blessed planet.
Let it be clear that I don't want this artwork to talk about my past.
I simply am saying that given the chance, I am going to use materials I am comfortable with. They mean nothing other then that.
Like the brain learning to read, my art is a simple response to the life I have already lived. It's plasticity is a comfort to me.
I am in search of beauty, and will always be.