No, this has nothing to do with Aleister Crowley and his ilk dabbling in the ridiculous “black arts,” but has, instead, everything to do with real science. “Occultations” are a part of the realm of astronomy and astrophysics, and refer to the passing of one heavenly body in front of another, the former obscuring, blocking, hiding, “occulting” the latter. There’s much science to be had in such events, bucket-loads of learning about the workings of our universe that occurs because of them. Occultations provide, and, interestingly, they can provide within other contexts as well. It’s the aesthetic that concerns me, here. Continue reading
Clichés being what they are, I’ll nevertheless risk one and say: it’s an image that looks like something out of a bad science fiction movie. A late-model car, otherwise innocuously (if somewhat illegally) parked in a No Parking Zone, has been, well, “cleaved” shall we say, by, of all things, a satellite. And not just any old satellite. Resting atop the remains of the vehicle’s badly dented roof, it’s Sputnik, the very first satellite, put up into orbit by the Soviets in 1957, circling the earth and emitting a beeping sound that was monitored by amateur radio operators around the world (oh, and the highly annoyed US military as well). Continue reading
How many sculptors got their start in model-making? I’m talking kits, here, the making of model airplanes or cars or ships or, hell, even figures. Maybe they might’ve started off building those plastic kits that were once so ubiquitous (and which, as with so many of my boomer generation, I grew up with), and maybe, just maybe, they then moved off to something more a bit more sophisticated, maybe something that led them deeply and irrevocably into art. Continue reading
I want to talk a bit about context – specifically, what sculpture can do to our experiences and expectations of public and private spaces. It’s all about shape-shifting.
I’m drawn back to this because of an exhibition recently opened at the Maclaren Art Centre in the city of Barrie, Ontario, just north of Toronto. Laura Moore’s One Man’s Junk is a seemingly simple and understated installation: essentially a wooden shipping pallet carefully stacked with a number of carved limestone sculptures – 1:1 scale – of old cathode-ray tube computer monitors. The contextual part of this has to do with the work’s placement in a small, interior courtyard at the gallery that is shared with an adjacent café. There are plants in concrete containers, and a few tables and chairs. Moore’s work sits off to one side atop a concrete slab. Continue reading
I first encountered the work of Sarah Saunders in the late 1990s when I was the curator at the Confederation Centre Art Gallery in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island. I was fortunate enough to include her in an exhibition of sculptural ceramics, and had the opportunity to write about her work for a catalogue, and then later review her work in magazines. Continue reading
Susan Leibovitz Steinman creates sculpture out of many different re-purposed materials: ladders, bicycles, shopping carts, and tires. Another material she uses that we consider renewable rather than re-purposed, is living plants. Between recycled material and growing plant life is the continuum of permaculture: an inspiration and method within Steinman’s work. I asked her a few questions about how she considers the balance of these themes. Continue reading
Bear with me, here.
I’ll date myself and risk saying that, as is usually the case, those of newer generations of us homo sapiens are stereotypically deemed by those of the previous to suffer shortcomings of the mind, body, or spirit. “Why, when I was a child…” is often how such critiques start, followed by a great deal of tsk tsking as more recent humans are taken to task for faults and flaw and defects that their forebears have miraculously been apparently unaffected by. And I’ll go out on a limb and say that perhaps the greatest flaw newbies on planet earth are accused of is a short attention span, courtesy their exposure to the vicissitudes of contemporary culture from the word go. Technology, the thinking goes, is making us idiots, unable to focus. Continue reading