Sunday, July 18, 2010

uphill invisible swimming ~ movement 4

today is June 3, 2023- i've decided to take some of the photos down from this movement. i fully stand behind my work, but am making an effort to better protect some of my more intimate/vulnerable intellectual and creative property. i am happy to store all images in the privacy of my personal archives- i am likely to share them in gallery settings vs. online.







~ uphill invisible swimming ~
movement 4

thanks to Samantha Marie Stevens for photographing, and to the Western Woods of Maine for hostessing. all images belong to kelly shaw willman, copyright 2010-forever.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

artist's interview: STACI HINRICHS

the queen herself



belly art by Staci



May Pole Party



the boys ~ "They lived in my body."



"I used to live in this body."



"Now I live love in this one."



let the beauty we love be what we do


Born Staci Yvonne Ufford. Grew up in St. Cloud, Minnesota. I've been a tap dancer, an Avon lady, a school bus driver, an artist, a student,a professional ice skater, a waitress, an office manager, a model, a telemarketer, sold shoes, cleaned houses, counted cars, I'm a momma, a wife, a girlfriend.

I've lived in Minnesota, Arizona, Colorado, my camper, Mexico, China, Japan, Puerto Rico, Bermuda, St. Marten, and currently live in Menasha, Wisconsin.


Been married 13 years, have 2 boys ~
Max 9, Sam 7. We currently have a dog, a cat, and 26 tadpoles.


1. Mrs. Hinrichs, i am so blessed to have met you a handful of years ago while we both worked at The Red Radish Natural Foods in Neenah, Wisconsin. right off the bat, you asked me questions, laughed in my face, loved my food, and wiggled your sweet fanny all up in my business. name the top 11 reasons why you know yourself to be a fierce super-goddess.

1. my boobs
2. my belly
3. my heart
4. my creativity
5. my tears
6. my wisdom
7. my children

8. my compassion
9. my love
10. my joy
11. my life
12. my hugs
13. my laughter


2. i will never forget something you said to me. you said something along the lines of, “you know, there just came a time when i couldn’t run from my shit anymore. i was like ... 29 ... and things had to change.” i have thought of this proclamation a lot, because i feel myself going through my own comparable dealings-with. let’s talk about what changed for you at this point in your life. what came?

aaahhh ... i think it happens and happens - over and over - but at that age it was a matter of literally staying still for awhile ... i had been traveling since i was 17... it was time to stop so that i could get uncomfortable and work thru the stuff i didn't want to deal with. you know, family relationships, loneliness, who am i when i stop moving?? who am i when i stop playing the part of skater, party girl, sex object, and who am i really as a daughter, a friend, a sister, a lover. that's scary shit ~ i knew i wasn't going to like some of the things i saw in myself and that sucks ~ but, then. there i was. i saw me.

3. how old are you? how’s your house, garden, Juliet the cat, your boys, Spike? ... life in general? you diggin summer?

I'm 44 (11x4) ~ my house is falling apart and makes me not want to be a grown up. garden is looking lovely and simple this year - although the garlic is a little wimpy. Juliet (cat!) is strong and wise, my boys are so incredibly funny and smart and infuriating ~ i love them so big it hurts :) Spike ... my love, my friend, my target, my partner ~ we're still doing our thing and it amazes me every time we get thru something ugly ... but we do. and that's ... what we do. life in general is such a lovely ride ... i'm glad to have been alive long enough that i realize the fleeting nature of it all. i try to remember there's value in all of it but i often forget. ... pain is pain is pain. i think the key is to have some magical folks around to actually say it outloud when you're in it ~

"THIS IS GOOD! THIS IS TEMORARY!"

am i diggin summer? i am ~ i love not having a schedule for my kids and i ... we do better just livin as it comes ... i'm still trying to decide if formal school has value ... i waffle on this regularly.

4. so, like ... you are a bubbly, fashionable, super-hip momma. let’s talk about the importance of self-love, women friends, women healers, women creators, and all the pulls of spirit that lead us home again and again.

self-love ... still striving. i catch glimpses tho, and it is sooo lovely. women friends ~ so important to see the beauty in each other ~ we soooo need to reflect back to each other. i keep avoiding this question because i think at my age and where i am in my life, that i should have so much more to say ... i can say that in my experience women bring out the best ~ recognize the best in me, but they can also cut me to the quick more than i can stand ... women healers ... i know many and they are lovely strong women that i respect but have not spent the $ to engage them much and find myself thinking i can not give in return, but this has to do with a fear and inability to realize that i deserve this shared energy ... i deserve to receive (and give) this healing ~ i have also been thinking, tho ... that just being around beautiful women is healing ~ !!!

5. do you know you inspire me? cuz you do! ... what’s your favorite fruit? favorite thrift store find of all time? and what words of advice do you have for women coming into their own?


fruit ~ guanabana

thrift find ~ huge rose quartz ring

ooohh advice ~ what pressure ~ here’s my advice - look for love and find it! wherever it is ~ partners, children, friends, family ... wherever it is for you ... be true. don't love or give yourself to anyone out of obligation ... be true ... don't expect any ~one~ person to give it all to you ~ it's everywhere ... find it. accept it. that's all.

6. art. your art images are incredible. your body is at the center of it all. i relate to this. for you, what has your relationship with your body been like recently? what was it like in the past? is your body your best friend yet?

recently we've been bonding ... in a new way actually ... this time i'm being kind and appreciative and calm ... what a concept ... in the past ~ non-existent, volatile, abusive, sad, controlling, manipulative-ugh. HONESTLY- my body is not my best friend ... will it ever be? i don't know ... i hope so ... we have our moments ...

7. what does your happiness taste like? what does your happiness feel like? why are karaoke parties important?

yesterday it tasted like Nutella, today it tastes like watermelon ... happiness feels like your best friend is brushing your hair and you get that tingly yummy feeling in your tummy! i think happiness is not something i strive to achieve anymore ... it is something i try to remember to embrace, in the moment whenever i can. karaoke ~ expression baby! expression! we all need to let our inner Joan Baez or Joan Jett out!

8. is there a place or an event you’d especially like to experience for the sake of your own growth and inspiration? do ladybugs ever talk to you? what’s your favorite flower? who do you love?


*** event hmmmm ... no, but ~ ladybugs ~ Sammy thinks the Menasha Library smells like them! *** flower = gardenia ~ love ... love ... love ... who do i not love? ... i'm trying to love as much as i can ... i lost my way for awhile (and i will again) but my focus is back on loving ... with the help of an old friend the Dalai Lama ... he inspires me so ... i'd like to see my friend Julie deliver a baby ... i had 2 C-sections and i've got some work to do with that ...

9. what’s this new tattoo you’re working on with Bear???!!!


oh just a little something fabulous that will adorn me soonly ... i think ... you will be in there and Nick i think too (?!...)

10. if i gave you $11,111 as a gift ... you would do what with it?

fun answer- get pedicures once a month for a long time, get 3 tattoos, get horseback riding lessons for Sammy, Karate lessons for Max, fix up the basement to include a studio for ME!

11. in closing, please share with we curious readers your best advice for living a long, healthy, and very enjoyable life. i love you!


find joy, don't fight with yourself too much, live BIG, sit still, go to therapy, spend one day a week telling yourself you're a hotty even if you don't believe it at the time, sing karaoke, dance, pee outside sometimes, have friends that will pee outside with you.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

artist's interview: MELANIE FARLEY

presenting Melanie Farley, poet






*** the following excerpt (on the nature of day light) is from
Melanie Farley's project, dog breath etudes

sun
etches
steel
the
idiom
the
what
- see
cracks
of
pave-
ment
a shoe
nerves
those
with
system
excuse
me,
does
that
mean we
get to
light
things
on fire?
sitting thinking surely, i could be just sounds. it's rainy and chilly and as
usual nature doesn't give a fuck about our problems. let’s say i came back a eucalyptus tree. peeling
peeling this everything is just enough. no water down the stairs no soap and they refuse to
creak the wind


blowing those curtains and a molecule that's moving some direction or

other

this window that
moves sometimes and not the brown dog that is afraid of everything
the woman selling flowers to keep looks aimless

5 things i love about ksw ~

1. something shared:




2. you are so solitary. so disciplined and so confident in your intuitions. (i guess that's three related things; i’m cheating.)


3. i remember first being struck by your optimism. remember when you looked at me, sparkled, said: "we are the revolution!"?


4. dance dance dance! i love that you love to do it and i love dancing with you!


5. i love your daydreams. they inspire me. i just saw your lighthouse covered in fog. the light shines through to where i am.


6 things ksw loves bout Melanie ~

1. i love that you believe in my lighthouse. i just daydreamed you attending an event there, and we have the best time ever. you laugh a lot and fall in love with the opening band. (insert: hot dance moves) ~ ~ ~


2. i love your sense of adventure.


3. i enjoy your willingness to try new things.


4. you are deep, like the belly of a silver whale.


5. i enjoy that you are brave about experiencing.


6. your history is slender-loud-quiet ~
it’s like a squirt gun or something else cool. (relate.)


Melanie Farley is never afraid of anything, ever. except. talking about herself and other things too. she lived in some places. did some things. so far, she doesn't have any regrets. she writes poems because she's always written them. because they calm her down. because she likes beautiful things. she lives in san francisco and just got an mfa from california college of the arts. yaaaaaa hearda, worda!

1. damn, yo. what up? it’s been a minute, but you always live on in my mind. i swear, i can feel your experiences sometimes, but perhaps that is far too presumptuous a thing to plainly admit. anyway, you’re in San Francisco. why? do you love it? is San Fran a good place for feeling sunshine? for feeling?


it has been a minute. i think of you too. and it's not presumptuous. we don't always have to speak. we get it. you know?
well, i came to San Francisco under the pretense of grad school. but, really, i kind of always wanted to move out west and i visited san francisco for the first time when i was 19 and have wanted to move here ever since. yeah, i love San Francisco. it's like a little paradise-fantasy-land. i mean, really, everything is so beautiful it's almost unreal. and i've seen some of the strangest birds and plants and trees (and people for that matter!). i saw this bird that looked like a fat, middle-aged, jewish man. seriously. so, yeah, i think it's a good place for feeling. as good a place as any. i mean, i know it's cliché, but i think that probably what's going on in your mind is more important for health than the view outside your window.

2. grad school. tell me about it. where do you go? you done? this experience (for you) is like … fill-in-the-blank.


grad school. i went to California College of the Arts and i finished in may. so, i’ve got an MFA now!
my experience there was mixed. it wasn't really what i expected, but i’m not sure what i expected. i did learn a lot, but not necessarily in the ways i thought i would learn. hmm. i did learn that poetry is a really difficult thing to do (for me anyway) because it requires something different from you, then, say, a research essay. sometimes, it requires you to look in dark places and i've always been a little afraid of the dark. so, i didn't want to do that. i really fought against it. so much that i thought about quitting grad school a number of times in the two years i was there--- which (to me) meant that i wanted to quit writing poetry. anyway, i’m super-emo when it comes down to it, right? haha. i didn't quit school and i probably won't quit writing poetry. but, the whole experience of putting a book together, for example, did feel almost traumatic at times. and i think i’m probably still processing---i’m not sure what it all means. but, i know that something did happen to me in those two years and it's probably a good thing that it did.

3. you have been given the gift of $11.11. what do you do with it today?


that reminds me. i’m kind of hungry. so, i'd probably get a slice of pizza at the Indian pizza place downstairs. i can't really think of what else to do with it. i guess i would just put the rest in my pocket and wait until i need it for something.


4. now it is tomorrow. you have been given the gift of $11,111. what do you do with it? 


smells like free time! i'd quit my job and pretend to be a mad scientist all day.


5. you are surely a queen of observation. radar. what does your radar tell you about poets? i mean, have you picked up on any commonalities shared by writers? ... and do you still smoke lots of ciggies? ... drink thee good beer?


hmm. not really. i mean, sort of. it's difficult to tell what commonalities exist amongst people. i’ve noticed that certain kinds of writers get together because they want to be like each other. they imitate each other. and after awhile, they're a group. they share ideologies, gestures, speech patterns etc. so, they share certain commonalities, but does that mean they share commonalities as people? i don't know. people have always grouped together like this, but the privacy of the mind is a strange thing. and yes. i still smoke too many cigarettes and i would never refuse a cold beer.

6. identity. what is it like? yours. i mean, changing? i mean, moons? i mean, what?

"i mean, what?" sounds pretty good. haha. i don't know. people like to talk about identity a lot. i don't know if i’ve ever really thought about myself in those terms. i mean. isn't identity consciousness? i think about the pros and cons of human consciousness a lot. sometimes i think i would like to be a tree or something. then, my identity could be: tree. and i could have my toes in the dirt all day long and hang out in the sun (or rain) and the wind can blow all of my leaves around. plus, if i were a tree, you could sit underneath me, and i’d shade you from the sun. so, i guess that's my identity: wanna-be tree.


7. i have a memory of chillin on top of Union Hill back in wild Wisco with you. our pal Brian had given you a joint and we were huffin and puffin. you said, "man, sometimes i think that this place (Lawrence University) is an insane asylum." do you remember this? can you elaborate on what was meant?

ha! i remembered that night on the hill right away. i remember it like it's a photograph. i remember the sky and the water and how the factory smoke always looked weirdly magical at night.
as for the insane asylum thing, i still feel that way about Lawrence. everyone was kind of crazy in their own ways, and it didn't seem to matter too much, or maybe it made us feel more of a bond with each other, i’m not sure. it felt like weirdos were safe there, somehow. and even though we were weird in different ways we could still laugh and drink a beer together. it was pretty cool. i'd like to see more of that in the world.

8. would it bore you if i became a lady-monk and never drank with you again? do you still reference your sun-moon book? do you dig on some good Indian eats out west? do you have a pet? do you recall a recent daydream that made you giggle?


no way, dude. i never thought that drinking was what held our friendship together. we just like each other. we like to just sit with each other; we like to talk to each other. plus, we're master gigglers.
i do still reference the sun-moon book sometimes, but i think that i’m a bit too advanced for it now. what i mean is, i need more astrology books with more information! i've been trying to learn how to draw charts and get all the angles and weird science-y stuff down. it's kind of fun, but admittedly i haven't had much time to pursue it recently. still love indian food. i live within a half a block of two different indian restaurants, lucky me! but, i don't eat Indian food as much as i would like (like e-v-e-r-y day!) because it is much more expensive here in Cali. and i don't really cook. i still miss Sai Ram. i am constantly bragging to my friends out here about what they are missing. i don't have a pet, though we do have a very fat stray cat who sleeps in our backyard most nights; he's kind of like a pet, i guess. he hangs out sometimes, lounges in the sun next to us. the daydream, i just thought of one. Paul Feyertag showed up outside my door in Exec in the middle of winter with one of those pool noodle things. do you know what i am talking about? i can't remember exactly how i responded when i saw him standing there (he didn't say anything), but i probably said something like: "what the fuck is with the pool noodle thing?" then, i invited him to sit on the couch for a little while. the whole scene just makes me laugh.

9. please name your top 11 poets and top 11 (favorite) things that bring a smile to your sweet-pretty-golden-face.


in no particular order ~

poets:


Eleni Sikelianos


Cole Swenson


Vladimir Mayakovsky


Charles Baudelaire


Kate Greenstreet


Lorine Neidecker


David Antin


Antonin Artaud


Emily Dickinson


Guillame Appolinaire


Hannah Weiner


smiles:


warm days and warm nights— especially when i get to take off my shoes and put my toes in the dirt or grass.


sitting on my roof and drinking a bottle of wine with a good friend

walking down Mission Street on a sunny day and stopping by eagle donuts for a black coffee and a sugar twist donut. the woman who works there is so friendly. we always have a nice chat.


reading on my back porch in the morning before everyone gets up.

hanging out in my clubhouse (in the backyard) rain or shine and thinking or listening to music or writing things or all of the above.


telling & hearing ghost stories.


romping around in nature or just sitting with some trees or near some water. the ocean is a kind of magic.


sitting around a fire with friends (fire is also a kind of magic). it's even better if we have instruments and can have a sing-along. i’m a big fan of the sing-along.


swinging on a swing set


home improvements— it's really fun to fix a place up. we've done a lot of painting, redecorating, gardening, and general cleanup around here and it has made a big difference.


doing something i’ve never done before. i like to have little adventures, even if they are simple, like trying a new restaurant, or going to an art opening, or an astronomy lecture, or whatever. just little things that challenge me. those things make me smile.


10. you write some rad-strange-lovely-strange poetry. talk to me about the project i just read, titled, dog breath etudes. i am very curious about Mr. Willoughby. i mean, fire and ghosts and a bath on Tuesday ... if he can figure out what day is Tuesday … what can you provide (informationally) about this project? … in the way of meaning, processes, or intentions?


well, actually, the bath on Tuesday thing is directly stolen from our friend Bryan Teoh. Bryan visited Portland when i lived there and we went around recording people saying: "note to self, Tuesday, take a bath." we thought it was hilarious. i thought it fit with Mr. Willoughby. so, i used it.
overall, i don't know. maybe dog breath etudes is just sort of asking: can we have a revolution now? will you bring the guitar? can you hear me? i think it enacts questions about meaning, processes, intentions. and i think it shows a process of exploration which includes confusion, disorientation, moments of clarity and music. maybe that's how i experience the world. I’m not sure. but, the project does feel really personal and i feel weirdly protective of it. one of my classmates once said that the poems were like echolocation and maybe they kind of are. i know they are a bit strange, but maybe i’m hoping that they're not that strange, that other people can share in the kinds of feelings and movements that i try to develop.

11. what is? what do you desire, coming? as in: movements for the future are like? … is that even something we can grip, this future? … ultimate aspirations in this lifetime … what do you manifest from your heart’s dreamiest crevice?


well, you've got me a bit stumped. i guess i’m a little lost, but i think being lost is okay and maybe necessary sometimes.
so, i’m going to let someone else speak. maybe that will shed some light on that dusty crevice you refer to. i've been re-reading Nietzsche's 'On the Genealogy of Morals.' so, i'll share a bit from Nietzsche's preface: "We are unknown to ourselves, we men of knowledge--and with good reason. We have never sought ourselves--how could it happen that we should ever find ourselves? ...Our treasure is where the beehives of our knowledge are. We are constantly making for them, being by nature winged creatures and honey-gatherers of the spirit; there is one thing alone we really care about from the heart--'bringing something home.' Whatever else there is in life, so-called 'experiences'---which of us have sufficient earnestness for them? Or sufficient time? Present experience, has, I am afraid, always found us 'absent-minded': we cannot give our hearts to it--not even our ears! Rather, as one divinely preoccupied and immersed in himself in whose ear the bell has just boomed with all its strength the twelve beats of noon suddenly starts up and asks himself: 'What really was that which just struck?' So we sometimes rub our ears afterward and ask, utterly surprised and disconcerted, 'what really was that which we have just experienced?' And moreover: 'Who are we really?' And, afterward as aforesaid, count the twelve trembling bell-strokes of our experience, our life, our being--- and alas! Miscount them. So, we are necessarily strangers to ourselves... we are not 'men of knowledge' with respect to ourselves" (15).

and later, Nietzsche tells us about how he came to believe the ideas that he develops in the book. he writes that his ideas were not "...isolated, capricious, or sporadic things, but [they came] from a common root, from a fundamental will of knowledge, pointing imperiously into the depths, speaking more and more precisely, demanding greater and greater precision. For this alone is fitting for a philosopher. We have no right to isolated acts of any kind: we may not make isolated errors or hit upon isolated truths. Rather do our ideas, our values, our yeas and nays, our ifs and buts, grow out of us with the necessity with which a tree bears fruit---related and each with an affinity to each, and evidence of one will, one health, one soil, one sun---whether you like them, these fruits of ours?---but what is that to the trees! What is that to us, to us philosophers!" (16).

so, i hope that tells you something. i’ve been ruminating on this question for a long time and for some reason i felt like these passages start to answer it for me. in any case, they are beautifully written, i think. so, at least you can enjoy them now too.

Monday, July 5, 2010

artist's interview: ROB NEILSON



Self-Portrait as a 70’s Icon Having a Nice Day
Cast plastic, paint
35” x 35” x 4.5”



Four Familiar Faces
Plate steel, paint
108” x 108“ x 108”
Location: Eastway Sports Complex – Charlotte, NC
Commissioning Agency: Art & Science Council of Charlotte

Four Familiar Faces

Home is Where the Hound Is
Proposal for Permanent Public Art Project:
Pacific Ave. & 9th St. Station - K-9 Dog Park
Long Beach, CA

About Place, About Face

About Place, About Face

Self-Portrait as JFK’s Hair-Do
Cast bronze, plaster, wood
48” x 12” x 12”

Self-Portrait as JFK’s Hair-Do


Physiognomic Self-Analysis:
Marlboro Class A Cigarettes

Ductile iron
16” x 12” x 5”

Physiognomic Self-Analysis:
1932 National Duolian Resophonic Guitar

Brass
17” x 9” x 5”


Rob Neilson is anything but a formalist. Trained at the College for Creative Studies and with a Master of Fine Arts degree from the University of North Carolina-Chapel Hill, he works with a variety of materials in composing sculpture and public art.

As a native of Detroit, where his father worked for Kasle Steel, he spent his youth climbing around scrap yards, seeking out various discarded metals that could be formed into art. Finding metal alone to be too limiting in expression, he began exploring the use of rubber, plastics, and other exotic materials.

Neilson has received public art commissions from the City of Los Angeles, the Los Angeles Metro Transit Authority, and St. Elizabeth Hospital in Appleton, among others. 


(credit to Lawrence University for the bio.)

Rob Neilson is a super supportive professor with whom i interacted while studying in Wisconsin. i am uber delighted to share this interview with you all. 
xo ~ kelly shaw

1. you’re a firecracker, Rob. lots of energy. lots of coffee. lots of cigarettes.
lots of students. lots of art. the life of a firecracker is like, what?

There’s nothing better. These are a few of my favorite things (cue The Sound of Music): coffee and cigarettes, teaching and making art. I get to spend my time surrounded by my favorite virtues and vices.


2. it is my opinion that you’re the sorta professor students are really drawn to. you’re accessible, vibrant, charismatic, and perhaps best of all ... much like us ... as in: you own a sense of youth, and thereby, an ability to relate. you allow us to be your equal. i mean, do you agree with me on any of this? talk to me about Rob, the professor.


Aww ... you’re sweet to say so. I take this business of being an artist (and educator) damn serious but one of the prerequisites of making smart stuff is allowing oneself the time and space to "play," to make mistakes.
Well, we are equals- I’ve just been doing this art thing a little longer is all so maybe I’ve got some (useful?) insights about the fabrication process or the conceptual aspects or the pragmatic concerns of making art. Ultimately, when the student/teacher relationship is at its best it is symbiotic: we are learning from each other.

3. you love Los Angeles. you’ve lived there, go back there. what’s up with it?


Los Angeles is paradise... with traffic. John Lennon once said that America is the Roman Empire and New York is Rome itself- if that’s the case, then L.A. is Alexandria: It is the repository of knowledge for all of western civilization. It is the place that deciphers how we view the world and ourselves.
Los Angeles is the end of western civilization: It is the culmination of centuries of westward migration. Once one has reached L.A. one cannot go further west- any further and you’re heading east.

4.
i value many of your insights, sir. one of them is that living in a big city (or wherever an artist anchors for a bit) can be your very own, self-designed
grad school experience. as someone who was accepted to grad school, and for reasons both logistical and personal opted not to go, i have really reflected on this suggestion of yours. i know you yourself did go to grad school, but you were indeed rejected after your first round of sending out applications, correct? what did you learn from that rejection? what i’m additionally getting at is this: i’d like to know how you created your own grad school experience either before or after your literal grad school experience.

I believe every young person should live in a world-class city at some point in his or her life. Whether it’s L.A. or New York or London or Rome or Tokyo, this is where shit happens: Get in the middle of it, be a part of the larger dialogue. I think of living in L.A. as my Ph.D. program after finishing my MFA at UNC–Chapel Hill.
Yes, I was rejected in my initial round of grad school applications and in hindsight it was a blessing: I had no business being in an MFA program at 22 years old. I had no idea what I wanted to get out of the experience at that point. I applied only because I hadn’t a clue what the hell else to do. I ended up bumming around Europe with my guitar busking on street corners, playing in a blues band, working a series of crummy jobs and, most importantly, learning to make art outside the walls of an institution.

5. talk to me about actually going to grad school. how did you benefit as an artist from this experience? is it true that a graduate degree qualifies artists to teach? furthermore, what did you do with yourself after you’d graduated with an MFA?


Going to grad school (when one is "ready") is an extraordinary experience. In an ideal setting, you spend all your time doing that which you love to do, surrounded by people
who want to talk with you about that one thing. It’s a time to focus, to experiment, to fail and succeed in a safe environment; it can be an opportunity to start over by reinventing your aesthetics. Most significantly, it’s a time to work incessantly and for me, work is salvation. Straight after grad school I high-tailed it west. Set up shop in L.A.; got a studio and a job and have maintained a presence there in one form or another ever since.


6. how did your gig at Lawrence University come to be? secondly, in a sculpture class i had with you, i recall hearing you say something like, "i’m not so sure about institutions as the best places for creative people." mind you, i am pulling from my foggy memory banks, so please help me to understand your current beliefs about the institution. help we readers to understand ... do you feel at home teaching at a University? is this a good place for a creative being such as yourself?

I think the visual arts are a vital part of a well-rounded education. In an age dominated by screens, the ability to understand and utilize the meaning and manipulation of images is imperative. That said, no artist has any business being confined within the hallowed halls of academia before the age of 40. Get out there and make a living doing something; anything. Go swing a hammer, go climb some high-rise iron beams, go make some art! Don’t spend your time with committee assignments or worrying about the requirements for tenure. It has been my experience that most people who go straight from high school to college to grad school to some academic appointment become execrable educators, wretched artists and miserable humans.


7. so, balancing act. you’re a father. husband. sculptor. professor. musician. how do you do it all? do you have enough time and energy to actualize your sculptural visions in the midst of extending so many tentacles?


Yea, well you may be asking the wrong person- "balance" isn’t what I do best: Excess is success as far as I’m concerned. Time is my nemesis; there’s never enough time. I try to prioritize, I try to sleep as little as possible and I ingest as many stimulants as possible. Still, I’m over-extended; always. That’s just how it is- I used to fight against it- now I’ve simply come to accept it as the status quo. It’s like winters in Wisconsin or traffic in L.A.- you can bang your head against the dash or you can get Zen about it and decide it is what is.


8. now for fun, please tell me your favorite ... fruit, beer, mixed drink, dessert, book, and place visited. lastly, the kiddies would like to know if you enjoy spankings.

Outstanding!
 


Fruit: Ripe pears with (very) aged Gouda. 


Beer: Fat Tire is my current go-to beer. 


Mixed drink: Bourbon and Coke always– it’s just so damn American. 


Dessert: Chocolate chip cookies. I eat two, every day before bed. 


Book: I dunno, there’s too many ... anything about history or religion, art or sculpture, physics and math, culture, comic strips and politics, novels that offer real redemption, you know, that sort of thing. 


Spankings: What’s not to like?

9. what are your ultimate creative aspirations? we recently connected over Louise Bourgeois’ death. she finished new works the week before her death at age 98. you wanna go out with a torch in hand, yes? why? are you inspired by Bourgeois’ energy? i sure am. what other artists influence your personal creative movement?


Yea, Louise. God, I adore her. She’s my hero and my ultimate crush. She made resonant and meaningful work for seven decades or so. She created art when people were interested and bought it and showed it; she made sculpture when the world ignored it; she made work. Because that’s what matters, the work. Like you mentioned, I want to check out with a welding torch in my hand, still working, still making art. There’s no such thing as "retirement" for artists. Like Robert Frost said: "My object in living is to unite my avocation and my vocation." It’s only "work" if there is some place else you’d rather be.

10. you had a Residency at Kohler some years ago. tell us about that place and what you worked on while there. you were totally under the spell at that time, i’d say. what’s the spell like? does the spell take on many forms or non-forms?


Aaah yes, Kohler: It was the best of times and it was the worst of times. It was six months of doing nothing other than making sculpture. I lived a block from the Kohler factory, had 24-hour access, a studio smack dab in the middle of the factory, I could use whatever materials or processes I choose. I made in excess of 100 iron and brass castings.
It was an experience outside of time. The city of Kohler is a company town that seems to only exist in an earlier America; it’s reminiscent of the simulacra that is Main Street USA in Disneyland. The factory runs at all hours so I would work nonstop until I couldn’t stand, then I’d sleep four hours and go back and do it all over again for 17 or 18 or 19 hours. It was a completely myopic experience; there was nothing else except sculpture and work; nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. But it came at a cost, physically and mentally. My assistant at the time had a nervous breakdown and I had to put him on a train to his folks in Chicago for a break. But man, did we make stuff! I fabricated a huge public art commission and completed an entire body of work. When my assistant and I left we had to pack and weigh all the work for shipping. We ended up literally 50 pounds shy of 4 tons of sculpture.

11. i’ve got some images above from a collection of yours i really dig: PHYSIOGNOMIC SELF-ANALYSIS BY WAY OF PRODUCTS I OWN. these images, in addition to your bio, provide a quaint view of your creative executions and experiences. talk to me, if you would, about more recent works. any new funding coming in for public works? what’s up in your studio? ... and let us end this lovely jaunt with some concise advice you have for young artists. holla, man.


PHYSIOGNOMIC SELF-ANALYSIS BY WAY OF PRODUCTS I OWN, like most of the studio work, is me trying to figure out just who the hell I am and how I came to be- who and/or what and/or when I am. Sometime I use science (pseudo and otherwise) and culture and history to explore and illustrate my interests and obsessions, my ideas and idiocy.
Currently, I’m working on three public art commissions; two in Southern California and one in Wisconsin. I got a couple of group shows and a forthcoming solo exhibition in Illinois in the fall. In October I’ll be in residence at a print facility at Millikin University where I’ll create an edition of prints– I haven’t done any substantial printmaking since I was an undergrad.

Concise advice for young artists: I’m not sure I have anything useful to offer. In some ways artists are simply modern day court jesters, telling the powers-that-be abstracted truths designed to enlighten and, occasionally, infuriate. Good enough for me.
If you want to be an artist then first and foremost make art, lots of art. If you don’t love this thing, then don’t bother- trust me, there’s a great many easier ways to make a living. If you do love it, nothing I can say is going to stop you. Good. Don’t stop. Create smart, interesting, provocative and beautiful objects and environments. Make your own opportunities- don’t sit in your studio and wait for fame and fortune to find you. Get five friends together and start your own damn art “movement." Be the art world you want to inhabit: Promote and show and buy and collect and discuss the work you like. Have fun. As a young emerging artist myself, a long-haired, hard-drinking high modernist once told me: "It’s a lousy living but it’s a great life." Good enough for me.

"Thanks, * ksw * *

– best interview ever.
Holla and out, Rob"

Art Archives: February-June 2017

in this blog article, i share my personal creative work since  SOUL SEED GATHERING  in Guatemala this past February 2017, and through early...