These were copied from the only original finial left on the tower. It was fun to work in this style.
I had the block cut at the quarry on their diamond saw to establish the crocket height; the piece on the right is what I started with, and the one on the left has been started. I take each piece up step by step, doing the same thing to each piece as I go, so they are all as alike as possible.
The tooth chisel texture is wonderful,but it is also very helpful on sandstone.
The original is in the background.
A local resident left part of her estate to establish a children’s reading garden in the rapidly developing Delaware County Library System. I am honored to have been the first selected. I hope my work inspires young readers for generations to come.
I thank the Delaware County Library for their complete gift of artistic freedom. This piece was an unusual pleasure to create.
The kiss; the two sides unite.
The hammer blow… from thus, this. Magic. Reality. Here.
The exploring fish, unnerved… a marvel of the mysterious sea.
Forest spirits making sure the gold of legends is taken care of… and one of the Leprechauns has given up his duty for a higher cause.
The tunnel of myth… dare you?
This spontaneous piece comes as a result of a donation of concrete cores. My idea was to be able to create a work on site, quickly, and to drive away. Guerrilla art.
Cast concrete on a concrete sidewalk was my thinking. Drilled and pinned and safe. Art? Graffiti? Vandalism?
I am a big fan of bringing Art to the people. I am looking forward to installing this somewhere this spring.
Everything is labeled and ready to install quickly. I am hoping that the worst they can do is to ask me to remove it. I hope I don’t go to prison for Art Making.
This piece was made specifically to be able to get through an ordinary door, and then to get bigger. Scale is everything in sculpture.
And a little empathy. Empathy is every thing in sculpture.
And a little skill. It doesn’t count if it is a big pile of hogwash.
Expressions… captured… are everything.
The beginning. The weight of the future behind.
This enormous header required some extensive planning to install. Originally over three thousand pounds, I hollowed it out so that it was “only” 1200 pounds when we installed it.
The header, seen before we installed it. I drilled a hole at exactly the balance point and passed a chain through so that it raised up level. I rehearsed the lift in the studio before I loaded it on the truck.
We raised it up with a pulley and a gallows built on site, and rolled it into place on dowels under the gallows, after we’d lifted the piece above the legs.
Heere is Joe, raising the mantle up to height, before we rolled it into place.
The scrolls and thick legs were not easy to put in place either, but after a long time, one figures out how to do without damaging either floor or stone. Carefully.
I made Minotaur after having read the classic book Mythology by Edith Hamilton. And I have always identified with Picasso’s Minotaurs.
Accepting one’s fate, while being resigned to it at the same time… haven’t we all felt that way?
I went to the Dayton Museum with my daughter, a student at Wright State. We saw a sculpture of a peacock I really admired. This piece popped out a short while later.
This piece would be really nice in a garden. It is weather safe and will patina well. Plants would happy to cuddle it.
And doesn’t it need cuddling? Long Face is a piece waiting for the right space to watch over.
It waits on my driveway, patiently. Or not so patiently.