Chipotle, big burritos and real art

My wife and like to dine out at Chipotle. It’s fantastic for fast food — in fact, it’s pretty fantastic regardless — and we appreciate the “naturally raised” meats they offer. We ate there a lot this weekend while traveling since it also agrees with my wife’s dietary constraints. Here are a couple cameraphone captures from our meals at the chain.

chipotle-juice

The capture above is supposed to be of the refracted light on the top of the juice. I liked the pattern and was intrigued at how it was actually happening.

chipotle

Chipotle has a very unique visual style as well, including wall sculptures like the above. They are noteworthy because they are signed and actually handmade. I can tell by looking at the edges of the plywood, where you can see where the cutting implement (I’m assuming it was a bandsaw) missed the line just a little bit.

Super-ultra-mega props to the restaurant for using original art!

New Work: Wheat fields with a draw

I worked intently to finish a new piece this week before we drive up to Nebraska for ten days (posting time will probably be slim next week). Five ceramic storms sitting around the studio awaited prairies. A few weeks ago I laminated boards together from around the studio in preparation for the prairies. I started working one lamination, although couldn’t figure out exactly where go in finishing the surfaces. So I jumped to another one. I didn’t have time to set up my table with a backdrop, but wanted to share this today so here’s a scrappy cameraphone capture.

wheat-field-and-draw

This is moving in the same direction as my recent storms, with a little more thought going into the prairie. The fields are tiered and were roughed out by freehand router. The draw was roughed out with the Lancelot tool for a grinder. The three “barns” in the lower left corner are inset padauk. Colors are oil and acrylic paints applied with brushes and rags. I sanded fine the fields, but left the draw rough after shaping with a sanding disc on the grinder. The roughness took the paint beautifully.

The colors are a little more intense than I’ve imagined for this kind of piece. They very closely emulate winter wheat fields nestled in the red dirt of Oklahoma. Normally I like to let the colors of the wood — oak in this case — come through the finishes. With the thinned out oils on top, the grain still shows, but the warmth of the wood itself is gone. In the future I hope to make the prairies a much more mixed media venture.

Proportions aren’t exact either, although this doesn’t bother me. The overall impression is there, and even if I pay more attention to proportion in the future I think this is a successful piece. There’s still work to be done, but I’m happy with it.

And as bonus coverage, I’m including a video — since I had my cameraphone out already. Be warned though, the camera camcorder takes very poor videos. Resolution is lousy, and the video was cut off half way around the work. People have suggested this for my three dimensional work in the past though, and I haven’t forgotten their input. So here goes.

[YouTube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRY4uDl73Tc]

The clay is a mid-fire Texas white, fired to cone 04 and later smoked in the same electric kiln. It’s epoxied to the boards.

Gallery Submission: Reee-jected!

I almost minored in English. I’ve always enjoyed writing and thought a minor might be useful. I didn’t finish though, running out of time and money for so many extra classes.

One of my writing classes was a poetry composition class. Something I’ve always remembered from our very short prof in the class was to keep all of your rejection letters. We’re bound to get them she assured us. A requirement of the class, if I recall correctly, was to send some of our writing to at least one publication. I only sent out three or so appeals (to journals way over my student status), and only thought one of the three poems I enclosed was worth anything. My prof was equally as excited about the same poem, saying it was the kind of piece writers waited around for for years.

    Even the Birds Know
    Cardinal in the morning
    
Crowns the bare and trifle 

    Redbud.

    Patient in paltry snow;
    She croons a kind 

    Warble for an injured soul.
    Standout! Standout

    In scarlet robe against 

    Blue and gray adobe sky.

    Patience, my friend,
    
Is her maternal cry;
    
Sending such orchestrated
    
Echoes by the campanile,

    So that even preacher Timson
    
Begs his daily chores

    To stop, and let him listen.

It’s one of the few that I’ve kept a copy of. I don’t have time to go back to writing like this, and frankly only have random interest anymore. If there are any readers who’ve followed The Aesthetic Elevator since the very beginning, you may remember me posting it about two and a half years ago.

Today I received my first rejection letter from a gallery.

Above is the letter, posted on the blog in the same fashion my poetry prof encouraged us to create a wall of such rejections. This is probably the only time I’ll do this, my point being made.

I’m a little surprised my Storm Over the Prairie was denied. It is a very successful and well-crafted work in my educated opinion. It also is probably very different than most submissions to this local gallery. I’m guessing here, but my assumption is that they receive few mixed media works. And just for fun, here’s an image of that work again.

New Work: Hanging funnels

These have actually been hanging in my studio for a few months now as I get a feel for them. They don’t have names yet, but I like them. I have more funnels and more wood, although I wasn’t nearly as satisfied with the compositions of the remaining pieces so haven’t assembled any more than these two.

I’m quite fond of the one above. The funnels are finished with a cobalt glaze and a smoked terra sig. They were formed from a block of clay and hollowed out, leaving a bridge to hang them from. The piece of wood is from a salvaged antique chair, quartersawn oak finished with beeswax. The rest of the chair parts aren’t nearly as dynamic (i.e., they’re straight). This piece has an aesthetic that reminds me, for some reason, of Japan.

The second one is nice as well, but not quite as interesting. The wood is myrtle, which my brother picked up on his honeymoon in Oregon, again finished with beeswax. There is a nice crevice of sorts in the block which adds visual intrigue. The funnel is glazed with some of the leftovers from my line blends. The dark brown is a manganese gloss; the other is probably titanium, but I don’t remember for certain off-hand. The latter finish crazed like crazy which was nice.

My friend Joel suggested I hide the knots. I do this on my strung out works whenever possible, but it didn’t work like I hoped on this one. I will, at some point, tuck the knots on this piece away by seating them into holes in the block.

New Work: Cloud over Siloam

This is the first finished work in the new series of clouds. It’s a low-fire white clay with a clear matte glaze mounted on salvaged, laminated cedar. I’m moving, as necessary, to different clays with more grog. This piece made it through the bisque firing OK, but — strangely — cracked profusely during the glaze firing. It stayed together though and I thought it presentable.

The cedar is sanded mostly smooth on top and textured on the sides. Epoxy joins the two pieces. I like the broad grain in the wood, stained with a dark walnut color, and its contrast to the clay. I’m not too fond of the angle at which the clay rests on the base, although this isn’t something you can see in these photos.

It was intentional on my part to let the cloud hang over some of the edges of the terrain, so where the wood is affixed wasn’t sanded completely level. Either I wasn’t careful enough, or I just don’t like the idea.

Time will tell.

New Work: Storms over a wooden prairie

I’m quite pleased with these two pieces, particularly the green one on the walnut “prairie.” They are a mid-fire buff clay that was given to me by a friend, and the terra sig and smoke took to it beautifully. The idea to put a cloud form made of clay over a laminated piece of wood as the horizon is something I first worked on back in 2001. I still have some of the abstract forms, but only one ever made it onto a prairie, and none of them were as refined as these.

The texture on the sides of the wood was an exploration of ways to approach the material other than the traditional sanding to a smooth surface. This was inspired in part, to be honest, by my occasional impatience and by observing the handmade details on our 100 year old upright piano. I made the texture using a brace (hand drill), hammer and nutpick or nail set, chisels and a strange shoemaker’s tool I salvaged from the Creekview Flats. The texturing turned out better over the walnut. The soft maple feathered more than I wanted, and the color just doesn’t show the marks off as well as the darker wood (though you can’t tell this from the photographs). The prairies are finished with beeswax.

Both of the clay forms reference pileus clouds. I like these works, along with another very similar form not pictured here, well enough to hold them back from the Etsy store at this point in hopes of getting them into a gallery show in the near future.

Now I just need to find said gallery show to submit them too!

New Work: 2 June

This is a bit different wall-hanging. I like it, but am not exactly excited about it’s similarity to the cliched images of a sun. The circle is roughly eight inches in circumference. The center is a brownstone clay with terra sig and a celadon glaze.

In the Studio: Memorial Day weekend

I finished up a number of small works this weekend. Here’s a gallery of the works; as before, click on the thumbnails for larger images.

I’m satisfied with the way most of these turned out. I’ve been waffling on how to mount and present these small ceramic works since firing them. Part of me wants them to stand alone — and some of them will — but at the same time a number of them just don’t seem comfortable or finished to me by themselves. This may also be a subconscious desire to mix media. Contrast is a significant interest of mine and I do this in part through the mixing of media.

The one small piece, it’s about 5-6 inches tall, that I’m not sure of is the orange one mounted on a rock that I found in an alley. On the two darkest wall-hung works the thickly applied acrylic paint on the board bubbled as it dried. I usually do this with oils and have no problem. I used acrylic from my small box of paints because it dries so much more quickly and the colors were more like what I was after.

To reiterate, these forms are inspired by my years of observing storm clouds on the prairie. I’m also working with an idea of creating a modern icon, an idea that’s been simmering in my mind in some form or fashion for nearly a decade now but has yet to put down roots. Thirdly, as always, I’m aiming for what seems to me beautiful forms and surfaces. I don’t feel the need to infuse meaning, symbolism, irony — although these are all good things — into every sculpture.

I’m jonesing to actually go photographing storms. There have been a few decent ones nearby in the last week, but I was without a car and there are just so few good places in these hills and trees to observe them. I’d like to do some ink and brush drawings en plein air as well if I can catch a good thunderstorm this summer, and being able to sculpt while watching one would be even better.

We’ll see if I can make that happen.

Art as a bridge between cultures & what this means for the Church

This post has to be the winner for “Longest Title” among all of the entries I’ve made to this blog so far. From Bloomberg, this is an interesting article about American collectors being called on to purchase Muslim art. Most of the writing focuses on the business aspect of a venture by the al-Shroogi family, who owns the Cuadro Fine Art Gallery in Dubai.

More interesting, however, than the article’s discussion about marketing Islamic art to Westerners — and the fact that there are indeed modern Muslim artists — is some very brief commentary about art and culture:

    “Imagine, Muslim artwork hanging in Naples [Florida],” al-Shroogi says through a radio headset. “We need to do more of this,” the Bahraini banker adds as the aircraft laden with modern and contemporary Islamic art makes its final approach on a family expedition to convince Americans that the Middle East is more than a terrorist hatchery . . .

    It’s an undertaking born from the al-Shroogi clan’s passion for art, the patronage of Bahrain’s royal family and the conviction that the Islamic nation a few miles off the Saudi Arabian coast has the muscle to build a genuine cultural bridge between the U.S. and the Muslim world.

Can art actually bridge cultures, and what exactly does that mean? Will Westerners think differently about the Middle East if they look at a few paintings by Muslim artists? The possibility exists for this; remember my February post regarding a Jewish atheist deeply moved by a 600 year old altarpiece.

Painting by John Torreano exhibited at the Cuadro gallery in Dubai.

The tactile arts are important to culture and communication, despite the anaemic attitude towards serious artistic endeavors in the American Church, generally speaking. Significant new paintings and sculptures created by artists of faith intently pursuing careers as artists, engaging the culture and furthering their craft, are needed in the Church as an intentional witness to culture here and abroad.

I remember hearing a story at conference in Portland a few years ago about a couple who went into the desert of Africa as missionaries. The wife served as a doctor, and the husband worked as an artist. He set up a studio in a shipping crate and made art for a year or so. At the end of the year he held a show for the community. I don’t know how many pieces there were, what the media was or what they looked like. My impression, if I recall correctly, was that they weren’t simple Sunday School drawings. They were more likely contemporary works. Regardless, the media reportedly conveyed the Gospel to that community in an effective way.

Take note, pastors. Take note, Church leadership and parishioners. What can you do to help make the name of God better through the arts? First off, make certain your own attitude is positive toward the arts. Educate yourself as to the importance of art in culture and Christianity. You don’t need a degree to appreciate art. Understand that it is OK if a person wants to create abstract paintings that aren’t about Bible verses; understand that it’s OK if someone wants to be a full-time artist. This is not a cop-out, it’s not laziness. Yes, it’s hard to make a living at times, but if society changes how it thinks about art and artists this won’t so often be the case.

Further, encourage aspiring or practicing artists in your congregation, and make sure they know there are others like them. Organize exhibits of paintings and sculptures; organize small groups so creative people can encourage one another. Allow the artists you know freedom to push your own boundaries. Yes, there are appropriate limits, but creativity begs new ideas and reminds us of how we are created in the Creator’s likeness. Don’t poo-poo something just because it makes you uncomfortable or isn’t your own taste, and feel free to engage in significant and witty critique in order to better understand such works.

I have to laugh every time I glance in the youth room at our church, where a mixed media work I donated hangs. When I first saw it there — instead of in a more public space such as a hallway or foyer — I wasn’t in the least surprised, but I was disappointed. It’s well crafted and blatantly Scriptural. My hope was that it would be hung in a place visible to anyone in the church at any time as something to meditate on.


Moth Mend, 2006. Moth-eaten sweaters, new red silk, paint.

I can laugh at the typographical triptych’s placement within my own church because I expected it, sadly, but I hold no grudge and hope that the kids who see it on a weekly basis are encouraged by it. I also hope, however, that the American Church soon comes to realize that segregating the palpable world from the spiritual world is just bad theology. It is OK to be “in” the world, even if we aren’t supposed to be “of” it. It is OK to be a part of culture in a non-pious context — in fact, it’s good to be involved in this way. How else are we going to show the love of God to the skeptics, to the people averse to church or Christianity?

I originally saw the Bloomberg article on Iconia.

New Work: 18 May

I smoked a few pieces this afternoon, or at least tried to, in the kiln since I don’t have my little brick unit put together in the backyard yet. I finished two of them.

I’m using the gallery here and it’s still not working properly. Click on the thumbnails, and then click on the images again to see the photos which actually did upload correctly. I hope they get the bugs worked out of this feature soon, because it really is a nice little tool.

Each terra-sigged ceramic element is about the size of a fist, the orange work being larger than the other. The wood in the hanging elements is myrtle wood, which my brother brought back from his honeymoon in southern Oregon. I finished the myrtle with beeswax, giving it a wonderful sheen.

The orange piece looks a lot like a heart. I’m not terribly fond of the glaze, but it works here. The red inside the small “cave” is an underglaze.

The beige piece is glazed inside the small “cave,” and set in that glaze is a sapphire cabochon. Its edges are also glazed, and as you can see in the detail the smoking process attached itself to the glaze, to my surprise, and now looks a lot like something that came out of a wood firing. A happy little accident.

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