How Did I Do It? More about The Sculpture

After writing about my sculpture yesterday, that whole moment in my life of ran like a film in my memory. It is so long ago and far away that it is all pretty dim, but the process of putting that sculpture together was maybe even more interesting than the sculpture.

At the time I had kind of a boyfriend, Jerry. In truth, he wanted to be my boyfriend, but he just didn’t attract me. He was a guy who went to my church in Colorado Springs and was attending the University of Denver. Coincidentally, the guy he shared an apartment with, Doug, was the boyfriend of my best female friend at the time. Jerry had a car so naturally he was deputized to help me get all the pieces for this monument to something or another.

I remember going to real estate agents in Aurora, CO (far end of Colfax Ave) to scrounge an old “for sale” sign. I can’t believe now that I did that, but I did. I remember the shocked looks on the faces of the agents. Finally, one of them pulled one out of the back, and said, “You make sure there’s no name on that thing and no phone number when you set it up.” The plastic flags were easy; they were everywhere back then and I think we stole them. I didn’t need many. I think we cut them from a used car lot.

But the fenceposts? Jerry was up for the adventure because he had HOPES (ahem. Never happened). We drove out of Denver (a lot easier in 1970) to the open farm land — probably DIA now. As I recall we really did destroy a fence. Cedar fence posts are long — longer than I am tall — and they are heavy. Luckily, Jerry’s car was a convertible.

I felt back then that the whole world would naturally be behind my project, absolutely the opposite of the way I feel now.

I thought of how I would do that sculpture today. The only thing I would do differently is make my own sign. I realized if I had gone in THAT direction the piece might have said in a more universal sense what I wanted it to say.

What happened to all that confident energy? At the time this was in my mind, “Let not to get a living be thy trade, but thy sport. Enjoy the land, but own it not. Through want of enterprise and faith men are where they are, buying and selling, and spending their lives like serfs.” (Thoreau)

That is exactly the wall I hit with that sculpture and exactly the wall that circumscribes our lives, isn’t it?

Featured Photo: Local adobe potato cellar with cedar fenceposts.


Sketch of the Sculpture

For context: https://marthakennedy.blog/2022/05/07/the-sculpture/ and https://marthakennedy.blog/2022/05/07/times-bridge/

14 thoughts on “How Did I Do It? More about The Sculpture

  1. I used to make art with surfboard resin and pigments…controlling the epoxy reaction with temperature. I also did similar things with acrylic paints. I’d love to get back into it, but don’t have studio room. And there’s also the bummer that surfboard resin is, basically, plastic. The are some new alternatives, but making art with plastic makes me nervous.

      • I’m exploring eco casting resins, wondering if the concept is bullshit. The other nasties are the catalyst and the acetone (for cleanup).

        • Acetone is a miracle drug but nasty. I was thinking of coating my deck with one of those… Cheap deck made of cheap wood, painted not stained, living in a place where the sun is about 9 inches from the earth 😀

  2. Hehe! Your escapade with Jerry made me think of a young man named Larry who was enamored with my bestie Shirley. He climbed a very tall pine tree to scavenge pinecones of a particular size for her to make Christmas wreaths… Nearly fell when the home owner started screaming about theft and trespass. The folly of youth!

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