If a purpose of this blog is to tell the story of a young artist with a family, then perhaps my bloglessness best illustrates my current state of affairs. I’ve been running about between studio, working with inmates at the jail, finishing portrait commissions, wrapping up classes at my little school. And now, my family settles into the quiet rhythm of domesticity, awaiting the arrival of our next baby. Margaret is due August first, and life is good. Please pardon the bloglessness, my every spare minute has been devoted to preparing bassinets, fixing rooms, hanging baby mobiles, etc.
There is an arch in my backyard, covered with English Ivy. For a few years now, I’ve had the hope of placing beneath that arch a bronze sculpture of my wife, holding one of our little children. And then, a short while ago, I was approached by one of my collectors, requesting me to do a bronze sculpture of a woman. They said they were interested in collaborating on the costs of bronze casting.
Though it’s a practice of mine to not speak of something until it is a reality, I mention the possibility of this bronze for a simple reason. There is a scene on Lawrence of Arabia, in which a bleak, empty desert horizon slowly produces a hazy mirage. As the minutes go by, the mirage gains form, and gradually turns into a man on a camel, and finally materializes into Lawrence. Dreams are like that. Thank you, reader, for joining me as some hopes naturally fade away, and other dreams slowly materialize into reality.
