However distorted the reality; my
art is simply a reflection. Focusing on the enjoyment that I derive from the
making process, I (like all artists) create from my experience. I am an athlete,
a carpenter, a sculptor, a welder and a smith. Physicality and tactility are
intimate forces in my life. I cannot help but leave my mark visible in my work.
I have founded my art practice on
the exploration of my personal experience as a male growing up in rural
Appalachia. Baseball hats, steel-toed boots, pocket knives, and other markers
of labor have been objects that I consider defining elements in my life. Accounting
for materiality, I often choose to substitute a new material for that of the
original object. Mixing connotations by swapping steel for fabric or ceramic
for wood, I rely on elements of craftsmanship to impart a brief impression of
my prolonged contact with, and relationship to, the original item.
Recently, I have made an effort to
move away from clear depictions of the articles concentrated in my past, and
have begun an exploration into my present existence. The result is more
abstracted and conceptual as I sort through my current experiences as an art-school-dropout-turned-contactor-returned-to-the-realm-of-the-art-student.
I am often drawn to the tangible
evidence of time. How do we determine if an object becomes more or less
beautiful with time? Does rust or other evidence of survival enhance or detract
from the value of the work? Likewise the unspoken nuances of material are
ingrained in every culture, and by adulthood we barely need to think about the
meanings seemingly imbued in the very body of the material itself. Subverting,
disguising, and exposing these nuances in myself, and my social environment, is
an ongoing investigation for me. I find comfort in making, ruminating through
touch. I feel no shame in my desire to create objects. To paraphrase Freud,
sometimes a hat is just a hat; but a hat is so much already.
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