MIXED MEDIA

“Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency.

The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive, all is near and can’t be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass, rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing my temples repeats the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall into a ghostly theatre of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye, watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless, I stay and go: I am a pause.” Octavio Paz


During the last 5 years of Kinshasa mayhem, I found peace in the atelier. Metal sculpting was sublime but Assemblage struck another harmonic chord deep within and became my medium of choice to combine my growing collection of found objects and worldwide curios into singular sculptures singing overlapping stories. I fueled my passion by repairing expat friend’s broken artworks giving them new lives with my eclectic mix of items and also sold them unique industrial candlesticks, ashtrays, book stands, whatever my mind's eye envisioned among the metal mass crooning. Even disks from an abandoned tire factory were perfect canvases. I was instinctively creating, listening, being at one with me, myself and eye.  I transformed my antique tornado vacuum cleaner into a dragonfly and my 1905 Swiss army bike into a singular sculpture hallmarking a “Rebirth”. Every piece had a beauty and melody and when the right composition arrived within, the ensemble would sing. I was on fire, just like documenting Life around Latitude Zero, I was being honest with myself, uncompromising, not on a quest for truth but living my truth.


By 2021, full circle, I found myself back in America’s heartland for Konrad to finish his education. COVID canceled our world exploration-road schooling plans and by 2023, ensconced in the American school system with friends, sports and extras, he didn't want to immediately wander earth's latitudes and longitudes. So, we nestled into the countryside in the greater St Louis area where the falcons, wild turkeys, vultures fly, deer roam and marmots wreck havoc. The garage loft is my sacred lair of creativity as I begin my series of 'Memoryscapes created from my bottomless collection of objects, stones, shells and artifacts from long ago. Time to preserve these global bits and bobs, redefining them into original artworks underlining the interconnectivity of ALL, each distinct but never separate from the whole, just like you and me.


If you have a drawer or closet full of seemingly random keepsakes CONTACT me, don't throw away the broken or dust riddled pieces, I can create an original Memoryscape, in any size, for you or design installation artworks || sculptures for your clients ... in the meantime, follow my autodidact audacious journey as a low flying visual poet on this site's BLOG or INSTAGRAM dedicated to my never-ending inward >|< outward expression.

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