I've been blessed with lots of work... and projects that have drawn from my various abilities.. making my career one of constant challenge and diversity... and great personal fullfilment.
A taste of Texas for international visitors... my life- sized Texas longhorn sculpture and mural in front of Stelzig Ranch store in Terminal D, Bush Houston Intercontinental Airport.
A favorite project of mine, Brazos Freedom was part of a huge design job that included my designs and oversight of construction for a sub-division logo, entrance, community park with a water fall, gazebo, residential gates, outbuildings, koi ponds and also photography for marketing and more. Located in Navasota, River Haven sub-division was developed right at the beginning of ... the end of the last healthy American economy... and so-far few homes have been built or occupied. Ironically, the entrance was greatly changed in an administrative reversal and these horses were sent out to pasture... right as they were receiving an International award!
A life-sized bronze monument to mothers, called "Memoire" at Heritage Park, Bryan, Texas.
Dedicated in March of 2013, the Frank Hamer bronze monument stands proudly at the Navasota City Hall.
One of the greatest of the Texas Rangers, Frank Hamer served in Navasota early in his career as the City Marshal.
This contemporary steel sculpture was a commssion for Blinn College, in Brenham, Texas and was erected in front of their newly renovated music building.
A taste of Texas for international visitors... my life- sized Texas longhorn sculpture and mural in front of Stelzig Ranch store in Terminal D, Bush Houston Intercontinental Airport.
Made of steel and epoxy, my longhorn steer was designed to be tourist proof.
A favorite project of mine, Brazos Freedom was part of a huge design job that included my designs and oversight of construction for a sub-division logo, entrance, community park with a water fall, gazebo, residential gates, outbuildings, koi ponds and also photography for marketing and more. Located in Navasota, River Haven sub-division was developed right at the beginning of ... the end of the last healthy American economy... and so-far few homes have been built or occupied. Ironically, the entrance was greatly changed in an administrative reversal and these horses were sent out to pasture... right as they were receiving an International award!
International award-winning welded steel sculpture "Brazos Freedom" at Navasota, Texas
A life-sized bronze monument to mothers, called "Memoire" at Heritage Park, Bryan, Texas.
This life-sized statue of Texas Ranger- school teacher- Justice of the Peace Harvey Mitchell is at Harvey Mitchell Elementary in Bryan, Texas. Mitchell was instrumental in attracting Texas A&M to the area.
Made of steel and epoxy putty, a black bear sow and her cubs (painted) "tear up jack" in the halls of Harvey Mitchell Elementary in Bryan, Texas.
Below is an article from this blog about my hand thrown and carved pottery...
When I was in Kindergarten... really, when they handed out the clay, the kids automatically passed theirs to me. Insisting that I do what I did. Whatever you called it. I took requests but mostly made some things just for myself, and really played in the clay, but always with fascinating results. So it was when I was five years old that I knew I had something other people did not. Whatever it is.
It is kind of hard to describe the feeling, when someone like me sinks his hands into the clay. It's like grabbing ahold of... infinity. The whole Universe. You think for a moment, that you could just about make a facsimile of anything, if you had enough clay. It is a natural high, to hold the clay and press it between your palms and begin to imagine what you might make with it. When I was five it was horses and Indians and cars and monsters. That was the Universe as far as I was concerned.
The bear above was my first clay object that actually got fired in a kiln. I was thirteen years old. Later when I was enrolled as an art major I was told by my professors in art school that I was not an artist, but an illustrator and not to come back to major in art at NTS the next semester. So I have been trying to give it a name, whatever it is, ever since. I finally forgot semantics, and decided that I liked to do it, and other people wanted to own it, so I would continue, whatever it was.
It is kind of hard to describe the feeling, when someone like me sinks his hands into the clay. It's like grabbing ahold of... infinity. The whole Universe. You think for a moment, that you could just about make a facsimile of anything, if you had enough clay. It is a natural high, to hold the clay and press it between your palms and begin to imagine what you might make with it. When I was five it was horses and Indians and cars and monsters. That was the Universe as far as I was concerned.
The bear above was my first clay object that actually got fired in a kiln. I was thirteen years old. Later when I was enrolled as an art major I was told by my professors in art school that I was not an artist, but an illustrator and not to come back to major in art at NTS the next semester. So I have been trying to give it a name, whatever it is, ever since. I finally forgot semantics, and decided that I liked to do it, and other people wanted to own it, so I would continue, whatever it was.
Some stoneware I "threw" on the wheel while at SHSU.
Later when I finally got my art degree at Sam Houston State, I was required to take "Ceramics." Begrudgingly I paid my tuition and bit at the bullet, the very idea of requiring me to.. plaaaayyy! In the claaaaay! Seemed like such silly thing... But it turned out that I loved it so much I took it again happily. I had forgotten how much I loved forming and shaping and creating. I finally learned to throw on the potter's wheel, learned to mix glazes, fire in a Raku kiln. Had a blast. Later my younger brother married a real potter, Titia Arledge at Mudpie's Pottery in Salado, and I have worked in her studio long enough to create my own line of sculpted stoneware. These whimsies are just some of the fun I've had.
Later when I finally got my art degree at Sam Houston State, I was required to take "Ceramics." Begrudgingly I paid my tuition and bit at the bullet, the very idea of requiring me to.. plaaaayyy! In the claaaaay! Seemed like such silly thing... But it turned out that I loved it so much I took it again happily. I had forgotten how much I loved forming and shaping and creating. I finally learned to throw on the potter's wheel, learned to mix glazes, fire in a Raku kiln. Had a blast. Later my younger brother married a real potter, Titia Arledge at Mudpie's Pottery in Salado, and I have worked in her studio long enough to create my own line of sculpted stoneware. These whimsies are just some of the fun I've had.
There is such a fine line between a potter, and whatever it is you call what I am, that I feel like I really understand potters and pottery. But I am just a novice with throwing stoneware. You can see from these examples, some of my efforts on the wheel, that help me appreciate the wheel and what it can produce. But the wheel is only that half of it.
Stoneware "Temperance" jug made by John L. Stone.
Of course potters, and people like me, whatever that is, have been playing with the clay for eons. A fellow named John L. Stone in Limestone County, Texas made the vessel you see above... not so different from the results I had when I let it fly. Thanks to Brandt Zipp, and his wonderful website article, we know that Stone was a master potter, trained in the "Anna" Pottery school in Illinois, throwing for the Firebrick & Tile Company in Limestone County, who had the talent of a sculptor, and who ocassionally allowed his gift for form to trump his knack for function. There were probably lots of potters just like him, but perhaps they never gave themselves permission to play in the clay. And that's why one of Stone's plain jugs bring around $50.00, (unidentified) while the one here sold for an astronomical amount. People seem to recognize the difference... whatever it is.
It is "high craft" to some, called folk art by experts, but it is much more... this human proclivity with clay. That only a minority can do.
If not some form of art...
Then what?
It is "high craft" to some, called folk art by experts, but it is much more... this human proclivity with clay. That only a minority can do.
If not some form of art...
Then what?
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