4-13-09
I began my sculpture class at the house of former art teacher, Bert Keeney. He taught when I went to college at PSU in the 70's. Although he passed away a few years ago, his house studio now provides a comfortable functional space to work with clay and build sculpture, thanks to the efforts of his children and local artist, Fred Closs.
I think about Bert, his intentions, his dream of a functioning place of creativity as I build clay form there, connecting sections and building each cylinder up, building tubes, bending the tube section much like a stove elbow pipe with several leaf shaped strips of metal.
Relativeness is expressed on many relationship levels in the sculpture piece, Space between the two trunks as they pulled away but turned back to the center between them where they would connect and turn again, I have been careful to get the stem sections connected back in the center. Its a process of listening to the clay to hear or feel when it is ready and rigid enough to hold some more wet shaped weight. Its a lot of fun when it works for you and reclaimable when it doesn't work, when it fails.
