Loki is a famous prankster in Norse mythology. He is a master manipulator and his shape shifting gets him out of trouble time and again. He is tolerated by Odin mostly because he is endearing. He maintains a pleasant nature, even while stabbing you in the back. He puts himself first, always, but when he is on a mission to save his own skin, he may just accidentally become useful.
Loki presented himself while I was carving into this horse’s sacrum. I carved in the lines, but somehow the piece was screaming for something more prominent. I chose to enhance the grooves by using a burning tool, a process known as pyrography. The end result was clownish and mythical. Looking at the sculpture, I imagine Loki shape shifting into a raven. He appears to hold a smaller package in his clutch; perhaps it’s another gift for Odin.
I have always been drawn to Native American symbols. The Y’ei mask is particularly interesting. The geometric shapes are deeply symbolic. The name Yei derives from the word Yeibicheii meaning the Holy People.
I began creating these masks as a way of teaching myself metal work. Once I discovered how the Y’ei masks complimented the etched bone sculpture, I gave it a copper face and created my first mixed media sculpture.
Ironically, my first piece was created on the day Pat Conroy died, March 4, 2016, and so I named it “Prince of Tides.” It gives a voice to these jawbones and sets them in a human posture with their arms waving as if floating mysteriously in tidal water. It all fit together so nicely that I call the sculptures the “Prince of Tides” series.
There are tensculptures in the series so far: Prince of Tides, Trumpeter, Medicine Woman, Sedna, Narwhale, Twins, Royal Couple, Walrus, Odin, and Pretty White Bird.
Home for a visit, Medicine Woman is blessing the new year with a shake of her golden rattle. May all who see her feel the energy and soar into a new year free of evil spirits. She resides in Liberty Maine at the Davistown Museum. Here is the link:
Birth is a pathway to eternity. Bones remain the sole witness of a mortal existence and provide a narrative of our earthly life. My work shows that death is not morbid, but simply the end of growth; I strive to resurrect forgotten spirits and recover stories of those deceased. In my sculptures, bones have a voice; they can now forever speak for themselves.
I dedicate this piece to my nephews Matt, Mike, and grandniece Amber, gone but not forgotten.
The Twins stand in the spotlight of human arrogance. They dance, carefree, appearing to cheat death. Gazing upon their beauty, we screen out the decaying teeth. We pause and accept these are indeed the remains of a mortal, yet still the fantasy persists, denying our fate is just as certain. How easy it is to look to the right or left of death and imagine our time is not borrowed.