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Vintage Signs

Nice Baby, Nice Baby!

I Know You Are, But What Am I?

I Know You Are, But What Am I? was made with sheet metal, lots of buttons, wire and acrylic paint. The buttons were given to me by an artist friend who knew I'd do something with them. Thanks Gaby! Thanks Domy!

Sun Mask

Vous Avez Le Droit

Mask--Franco Railroadus Engineerus Tribe

Slave

Untitled, Lamp

Naomi's Bell

Rainbow Trout Lamp

The Shoemaker's Wife

While walking a green country road, I found a woman's shoe shattered by the wayside. I decided to put the shoe back together again like all the king's horses and his men tried to put Humpty Dumpty back together. "The Shoe Maker's Wife" is made with wire, nails, slate roof tiles (ardoise), rusty bits of metal, a pot metal representation of a classical temple (which I think might have come from a trophy of some sort), various fibers--natural and synthetic and a reflector off a bike.

Alors que je me promenais sur un petit chemin vert de campagne, j'ai trouve une chaussure de femme eclatee en plusieurs morceaux. J'ai decide de reassembler les morceaux ensemble. "The Shoe Maker's Wife" est faite avec du fil electrique, des clous, des morceaux d'ardoise, de metal rouille, et une insigne en metal representant un temple de style classique (qui je pense doit provenir d'une sorte de trophe), des fibres variees naturelles et synthetiques, et un reflecteur arriere de velo.

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Flower

"Flower" was made with seed pods from a tree I know not the name of. The black enamel metal disk is from a stove top. A thin metal bar is the stem which is attached to a piece of wood covered with moss I found while walking in the Voie Verte near my home. "Flower" measures 117 centimeters.

"Flower" a ete realisee avec des cosses de graines d'un arbre dont je ne connais pas le nom. Le disque de metal emaille provient d'une gaziniere. La tige est une fine barre de metal attachee a une piece de bois recouverte de mousse que j'ai trouve en me promenant sur la voie verte pres de chez moi. "Flower" mesure 117 centimetres.

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Dream Lover

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Pan

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Junkie

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My First Three Pieces

SEAQUEEN

WOMAN WARRIOR

MARYLINE'S NIGHTMARE

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Making Art With Found Objects

How many times have you wandered through a museum of modern art and looked at the various pieces on display and say, "Pshaw! I could do that!" But you didn't do that. Art. I didn't either until recently, four days ago to be precise.

My creative juices began flowing heavily earlier this month when I decided to "do a painting" for my best friend, Mark, after not having done anything art-like for many years. Mark is a very successful attorney who can buy just about whatever he wants or needs (but in fact, he's a very modest guy, drove the same beat-up pick-up for umpteen years until he began to think that it looked strange for a successful attorney to drive around in such a beater), so buying him another singing Billy big-Mouth Bass just seemed vapid and wasteful. So I messed around with a canvas and paints. I even appropriated my girlfriend's glitter glue she'd bought to make her daughter a design on a tee-shirt. Anyhow, I was instantly struck by that sort of manic happiness that I used to get as a child and young man while doing similar type art. I sent Mark the painting with the message, "I bet nobody got you one of these!"

I loved doing the painting and can tell you that it was very therapeutic for me. I so wanted to get back that rush of creating art but wasn't sure what to do. I then remembered that I used to make toy soldiers from wood scraps when I was a kid. They were very rudimentary, blocky, but I got great pleasure from making them, painting them, playing with them. So I set out on foot to find some suitable chunks of wood with which to make figures. As I walked along the streets and intersections around my home, I saw lots of cool stuff on the shoulders of the roads, the detrius of commerce and commuters. So I decided to incorporate whatever cool stuff I found, stuff that had emotive value into my pieces. And as I walked along the streets and roads, looking for treasures, the stuff I had jangling in my pockets began to speak to me. The piece I would make began to coalesce and congeal in my unconscious mind. So when I got home, the general idea was fixed. That's not to say that happy accidents did not happen and I'd have to change my design. I did. A lot. And the changes made the pieces, I think, that much more evocative.

Combien de fois vous etes-vous ballades dans un musee d'art moderne, regardant les differentes pieces exposees, en vous disant

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