In spite of all appearances to the contrary…
I know my gallery is kaput, and I haven’t updated this blog in a few years, but I am still working.
If anyone is reading this, please check out my newest project: Articulate Matter.
It is a sculptural web comic that is updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (with perhaps one or two exceptions…). It started out with a story line, but quickly evolved into stream-of-consciousness vignettes that are frankly much more interesting to me. :) Many of the characters are available on my etsy site.
There will, hopefully, be more to see here soon. In the meantime, I hope everyone is well.
Sometimes just randomly bending wire can be therapeutic and pretty.
This isn’t a new idea, of course…
No one has identified “The Philadelphia Wire Man” (or woman). Whoever the person is or was, s/he was obsessive, single-minded in technique, probably always walking. Perhaps even homeless. Over 600 of these small, tightly-wrapped, street-debris, fetish-like clusters were found in an alley during the renovation of South Street during the late ’70s. I like to envision a slowly-moving figure walking the streets, picking up trinket-like pieces of trash, wire- scrap, etc., an intuitive wrapping and tieing taking place until a hand-sized conglomerate object was obtained. Once hand-sized, this fetish object was no doubt stuffed in a pocket and another piece started. At the end of the day or the week, pockets were emptied into the hiding place.
More on OCD and art later.