Months have passed since I posted anything. Like others I have been distracted by a number of competing priorities, but have kept my hand in as much as possible.
The affair with plastic as a medium continues – in fact has perhaps gone over the edge a little bit – as I buy all manner of absurd plexiglass which now threatens to take up all available space.
My initial work with plastic in trying to put out a clean product, continues. Added to this are experiments with a happy-go-lucky kind of drape forming, which is something of an antithesis, or complement, to an otherwise obsessive concern for smooth surfaces and clean edges. The drape forming is a primitive exercise in laying plexiglass sheeting over a variety of shapes and blasting it with a sizable propane burner. The plastic sags and bubbles in the flame and assumes some semblance of the underlying structure.
In this instance I obtained a waffle pattern from an old louvered door. Some colored varnish was dropped into the grooves. When this had hardened I then painted the back in silver. While nothing in particular was anticipated with the exercise, I found a hybrid effect that recalls a sort of medical metallica interspersed with a sense of bubble-wrapped bodily fluids. Sometimes keeping to an intended path and not being drawn off by such happenstance can be most difficult.
A recycling of old masonite strips that have weathered into looping shapes, led to this. An earlier iteration of the same had indicated that painting into the grooves and depressions might lead to something. Again a silver background completes the look. The color always makes me think of Warhol and how he liked his silver paint. I saw an entire room with everything painted silver at his museum in Pittsburgh and it seems to have left its mark. Moreover, the choice of a no-color color like silver solves a dilemma as I can deal with shapes and reflectivities with fewer distractions.
There’s a shape shifting effect in the drape forming that I find beguiling. This is two layers with one a set of letter “a” s whose shapes I emphasized with some stamping in black, covered with another set of shapes in which I pooled water and did some light spray painting, allowing the water to act like a resist. Some bubbling in the plastic is also present. Makes me think of sumi in amber.
A question doesn’t come immediately to mind. But I do wonder – as is often the case with these little explorations – what somebody else might to with the same or similar propositions.
Jay,
Looks oriental to me, the first a sumptuous emperor robe, the others caligraphy.
Day job calls, be back later.
Jay,
These appeal to me more than any batch of your work (I mean “batch” rather than single items) that I’ve seen. The drape and flow, combined with your ability to predict or at least sense what might happen when you torch the items is magic.
If you keep doing this, you are going to have to have a solo exhibit and Jer and I will have to drive or train to Cleveland to see it — or NYC. Perhaps you could arrange it to be in San Francisco?
In other words, these all seem extremely successful. The silver, I find, is the one I’m least fond of of the three — the dark lines seemingly too heavy for the delicacy of the metal. It reminiscent of human human figuration, whether feet or breasts, I can’t be sure. Which might be its virtue….
Your long vacation seems to have served you well. I’m reminded of the direction that “sloppy craft” could go if it were made by someone with extensive experience and knowledge. There’s nothing sloppy about this work, yet it fits with the use of salvaged and metamorphised materials.
How big are these? What are the edges on the Photoshopped ones like? Have you burned the garage down yet? How are you doing this in the winter of Ohio, which I assume has begun?
Birgit and June:
Thanks for the kind comments. In fact I’m trying to iterate for what may be a first time. By that I mean taking lessons from a given effort and attempting to apply them subsequently. Whatever the eyebrows this may raise, it has been my habit to hang around the starting blocks and make little forays to the immediate limits of some vision or inspiration. I have enjoyed a certain measure of beginner’s luck at times, but have shied away from the unknowns and hard work that further development can demand. Now I’m trying to stick with this application. Surprisingly, a lot of the stuff I have been doing over the last few years finds a place in this work.
This year is going through an extended middle age with daytime temps in the fifties. I have the burner flaming as much as circumstances allow, but will resort more to making spindles as the weather closes in. And, believe me, that propane burner is kept a healthy distance away from any fixed structure.
And, finally, the “silver” was done to see how a blunt relationship between black lines and areas and the metallic looking background would work. More iterations to come.
Jay,
These ‘drape formed’ sculptures are really great!
I suggest that, working indoors, you use a respirator when you melt the plastic.
Birgit:
Thanks.
Believe you me, I wouldn’t use that combo of a weed-eatin, asphalt blastin propane animal with Plexiglass in any enclosure to which I am privy. There’s a sense of abundance with this exothermic extravagance that I enjoy however.
Jay, touché.
You still haven’t told us the sizes. I’m thinking about those little burning devices they use to melt the sugar for Creme caramel. Wonder if that would work? Not that it’s any safer — just muttering to myself.
June:
The first is 12″x24″, the second 24″x48″ and 12″x28″ for the third.
The burner is much bigger than that and feeds off of a outdoor grill-sized propane tank.
24 x 48 –Whew! 4 feet high!. Free-standing, too, I take it. Congrats. And I’m impressed by the size of the fire-blaster.
June:
Aww comeon! There you are out in the big dry sky country making a huge landscape and you’re whewing over four feet?… You too can have a big fire blaster. I bought mine on sale at Home Depot. Happy was I to be able to graduate to this level. That’s one thing. The other is the availability of plastic in such a quantity that allows me to be relatively fearless. I’m sure that Portland has a plastic fabricator with its own cutoff bin. Fer god’s sake you have a plant in your neighborhood that makes phosphorus fertilizer out of pee. Chances are your transformed breakfast coffee is now helping somebody’s flowers bloom.
yeah, you’re right. But my humongous canvases are pretty stable and don’t breathe fire or fold over on themselves — at least not unless I’m trying to tack them up on the wall in a high desert wind whistling through the open doors.
As for flowers and coffee and whatever, I just put out the recycling bins and they, whoever they are, take them away. I try not to know too much. We just discovered recycling bins in Beatty and are chagrined not to have found them before now.
Anyway, happy t-day everyone. Our landlady/Foundation director is coming up from Vegas with a turkey to barbecue for us. Now that’s what I call service!
June:
Yea, they’re plenty of turkeys getting barbecued in Vegas. I take it that the bird is sliced and the barbecue sauce then applied.
And a good one as well to you and Jer.