B’s Sculptures

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Artist Statement

I am an artist. My specialty lies in sculpture; I have a gift for taking previously-created-yet-not-quite-abstract enough sculptures and adding various components to them, thus making them “even more” abstract.  These  pieces of mine start out as zygote-like mental images, and only when these mental images become larger than my head can withstand do they make their way from my brain to my free-flowing hands. It takes a great deal of time and energy, not to mention an extremely efficient nervous system.

My inspiration comes from nature, as can be seen in my previous trilogy-type gallery, which includes “The Fellowship of Nature,” “The Two Nature-Like Towers,” and “The Return of Nature”. My art leaves absolutely nothing to the organic imagination. I plan it that way. 

Questions I ask myself while working on a piece include: How will my extreme abstractedness interact with the environment and the space around it? Would the viewer want to touch it? Do I want him or her to touch it? Do I want him or her to touch me? Would that make things awkward?

Whether or not my artwork transfers my thoughts to the viewer successfully, is not of particular concern; true meaning is assigned by and for the individual viewer. The artwork is merely a gateway to personal monetary gain.

 

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Welcome to my “What’s Love Got To Do With It” Gallery.  Please enter at your own creative risk.

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“What’s Love Got To Do With It” -Bschooled

  

“Elephant Shoe” -2002

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This piece of wonderment was created in 2002. I started dating a guy named Joaquin (pronounced “Joe-Queen”), and although it started out casually enough, within a few weeks it had become much more serious. 

At least for him it did.

I didn’t blame him for being head over heals in love with me, I blamed myself for not feeling the same way. Even though I cared about him and his independant wealth immensely, deep down I felt like I needed something more.  But because I wasn’t quite sure what that “something” was, I knew that dating Joaquin would at least pass the time until I figured it out.

One evening, as we lay on the exotic imitation bear skin rug in his living room basking in the warmth of his  clean-burning fireplace,  he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I love you,” he said, extremely romantically.

I wanted to tell him the same, but no matter how hard I tried , I wasn’t able to get the words out. So instead I smiled, looked him as lovingly as possible in the eye, and mouthed the following:  

“Elephant shoe.”

He seemed a little confused. After a few minutes of careful contemplation, he finally spoke.  “Did you say I love you or elephant shoe?”

I knew that I couldn’t lie.

…Or could I?

Turns out I could. “I said the former,” I replied, even more romantically in order to throw him off. Then, again trying to distract him, I started making extremely sexy facial expressions.

Fortunately, it worked. Although I didn’t think it was possible, after that night Joaquin started loving me even more.

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 “Wood Eye? Ewe Bet Eye Wood!” -2002

 

(*sidenote-I didn’t have an Ewe, so therefore I had to use the elephant again)

I was broke. The lack of job wasn’t going very well, and because I had a gut feeling  that there could be a recession in the distant future, I decided it would be in my best interests to wait until the dust settled to look for employment.  It just didn’t make sense for me to get comfortable in a career only to find myself being laid off six years later.

So when Joaquin asked me to move in with him rent-free, I forgot all about the fact that I wasn’t attracted to him, and less than 30 minutes later my bags were packed and this brilliantly abstract sculpture was created.

It was a deal I just couldn’t pass up.

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“Those Who Live in Glass Houses …” -2002

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This delicacy for the eye was created soon after I moved in.

Joaquin lived in an eco-friendly neighborhood, and his house was made entirely from composted materials and PBR cans. His neighbors, however, lived in  a glass-like abode based on designs from German architects, thus making it much more eco-friendly than those built according to North American standards.

Their young son was a miniature tyrant. He was constantly running through our organically-watered lawn  and throwing rocks at Joaquin’s  solar panelled birdhouse, making life miserable for both us and the environmentally-conscious woodpeckers that would come to visit from time to time. And because the child’s father worked long hours and his mother was too busy getting it on with the  “chlorine-free pool” boy (as everyone within a half-mile radius could see), there was nothing that could be done.

I was also starting to realize that Joaquin and I had very different interests. While I enjoyed sculpting abstractedly and showering regularly, he liked to spend his free time protecting the ozone layer and not showering regularly.

I was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, I’d made a huge mistake.

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 “What The Fa La La…?” -Dec. 25,  2002

  

This “creme de la abstract creme” came to me the day I finally reached my breaking point. Sadly it was also December 25th, the day where we as Christians get together to celebrate Santa coming down the chimney.

Unbeknownst to me, Joaquin wasn’t actually a Christian, he was an Environmentalist/Kabbalah hybrid. Looking back, I should have seen the signs. But what can I say, sometimes my mind is so occupied with thoughts of creating that cognizance and/or awareness of my surroundings end up taking a back seat.

It was bad enough that our Christmas tree consisted of two abstract imitation wood sculptures attached by a piece of recycled cloth and hung with an ornament made entirely of composted banana peels. But when I opened my bamboo-fabric tie-dye stocking to find a Kabbalah string and menstrual mooncup,  I knew I had to leave.

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“The Grass is Always Greener on The Other Side” -Later on Dec. 25, 2002

 

My hands, disassociated from my mind at the time, sculpted this wonderment after finally realizing that free doesn’t always mean “gratis”  (artistically  speaking, of course). 

After an emotional confrontation where I told Joaquin (via Dear John letter) that I couldn’t be with him anymore, I packed up my bags and snuck out in the middle of the night. I knew that I could have left during the day (seeing as he was out of town protesting anti-environmental protests), however I felt this way would be much more emotionally gripping.

I moved back home with my Mother, who, despite her vehement protests, was subconsciously glad for the company.

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Once all of the craziness finally died down (approximately 2 hours later), I pulled out my ingenious Magic 8-Ball Paper Sculpture to ask it whether or not I had a gift for taking abstract sculptures and making them even “abstracter.” And you know what it said?

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“Original Magic 8-Ball Paper Sculpture”- 1990

 

(Sidenote- I did try again and it said “All Signs Point to Yes”)

 

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**Thank you for visiting my abstracter sculpture gallery. I wish I could stay and make this post even longer than it already is, but my brain is telling my fingers (via my nervous system) that it is time to go create once again.