In 1980, after a few year of carving wood, wanting to be some extension of Henry Moore, and mostly starving, I realized that I lived in a foundry town. I had a jeweller friend who showed me how easy it was to get work cast.
Being a sculptor in wood meant spending hours with wood enthusiasts explaining my process, my tools, and spending no time at all talking about art. That's just how the medium affects people: it's like those party people that dominate the conversation with their endless chatter about their grain and smell. I had been making figures, little families using interlocking forms of wood, spending a few minutes thinking and drawing, and a zillion hours carving, sanding and polishing.
The idea of getting work cast in bronze was instantly appealing, especially as I could get it cast locally and very cheaply in the industrial sand foundries. My first effort was a seated figure, carved first in wood, cast, then high-polished on external surfaces. The one copy I had made was bought by the director of the Goethe Istitut in Toronto.
My second effort was built directly in fibreglass, as I remember:
Being a sculptor in wood meant spending hours with wood enthusiasts explaining my process, my tools, and spending no time at all talking about art. That's just how the medium affects people: it's like those party people that dominate the conversation with their endless chatter about their grain and smell. I had been making figures, little families using interlocking forms of wood, spending a few minutes thinking and drawing, and a zillion hours carving, sanding and polishing.
The idea of getting work cast in bronze was instantly appealing, especially as I could get it cast locally and very cheaply in the industrial sand foundries. My first effort was a seated figure, carved first in wood, cast, then high-polished on external surfaces. The one copy I had made was bought by the director of the Goethe Istitut in Toronto.
My second effort was built directly in fibreglass, as I remember:
This piece "Two Sisters", is 36 cm high. I always liked interlocking forms. I have stacks of photos of stone forms taken from the islands off the mouth of the French River in Georgian Bay, my kayaking home. These two forms reflect that sense of connection I have to both people and stone, if that makes any sense at all.
I think the stone base came from the stream bed in Short HIlls Park near St. Catharines, ON. It took a lot of effort to match these castings and get them mounted on the stone base. Still, I think I sold a few copies of this. We still have this version in our livingroom, where it sits both quietly and passionately by the piano.
I think the stone base came from the stream bed in Short HIlls Park near St. Catharines, ON. It took a lot of effort to match these castings and get them mounted on the stone base. Still, I think I sold a few copies of this. We still have this version in our livingroom, where it sits both quietly and passionately by the piano.
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