Spinning Fish

Dear Reader,

As an illustrator, I did many fish, and fishing-related assignments. I have a series of horned and antlered fish underway, hopefully enough for a thin slice of baloney we know as the humorous fishing gift book. I searched through my color wheel images and nothing seemed to fit this category, so I cut this new one. It isn’t a traditional wheel, but it seemed like a cool idea to me.

Spinning Fish

This “spinning fish” image (took awhile to cut the damn thing) gave me the opportunity to paint the full spectrum with one fish in warm hues and the other in cool. The colors start at the top fish with yellow and go through yellow orange, orange, red orange, red, and red violet. That last color transitions into the tail of the second fish, which starts as violet, then goes to blue violet, blue, blue green, green, and yellow green. That last color transitions into the yellow of the first fish. Skeletal and scale structure simplify the image.

In the late 80’s I began making paper sculpture fishing flies. I showed the first one at the Peppertree Art Show in the Santa Ynez Valley in California. It was 30 x 40” with three flies, each about 30” long. Big, big, really big flies.

The show was Western Americana. One old guy didn’t think that the flies were Western art and kept coming by, scowling and muttering. It wasn’t a cowboy with a horse and dog near a campfire, so it just wasn’t art.

He came up and snarled, “What kind of fish do you catch with those?” I didn’t miss a beat and replied, “Suckers!” I just couldn’t help myself. He loved the humor, but he still didn’t like the art.

Several years ago, the Museum of Idaho asked if I could make 30 flies, in 60 days, for an outdoor sports exhibition. No. Not just no, but absolutely NO! Then make as many as you can, they said, and in 60 days I made 20 flies and wrote 20 traditional, 17-syllable haiku poems to go with them. I’ve been writing haiku for about 45 years. Here are two of the flies with the poems:

Lost Sinner

Riffles and ripples
Clear creek cradles dancing leaf.
Good fishing, no bites. 

The Big Liar

Trout awake hung
And hear the glacier move.
Unlucky May fly.

These flies weren’t made for this blog, so the color analysis is after the fact.The top fly is made up of hot reds, pinks, yellow and rust, with a small amount of blues as subordinate accents. Those accents harmonize with the background’s variation of blues and greens, from dark to medium value and from intense (bright) to neutral shades.

Triple Flies

Snow months I tie flies
I dream about them at night.
Three left on my hat.

On a mottled neutral green background, I staged three similar flies with blue as the dominant hue and hot reds and white, in subordinate proportions, as the accents. This piece is 20 x 40.” My flies are abstract art with a hook on it. Everything is cut from white paper, even the hooks, and painted and assembled.

Oddly enough, my best customers for the flies are women, who buy them for their
fly-fishing husbands or boyfriends. That way they don’t get something the guys already have, or buy the wrong thing. When you gift fly-fishing gear, too often you hear, “What in hell did you buy that thing for?” Play it safe, select one of my flies. They’re probably cheaper than anything in fly-fishing stores.

In 1937, we were in the depths of the Great Depression. I was going to be five in two weeks. The family was spending Christmas with my grandparents and my Uncle Bud and Aunt Alberta, in Keystone, near Mount Rushmore. Money was scarce and so were the gifts. Uncle Bud was a fly-fisher, and there was a trout stream running through their back yard. Aunt Alberta traded house cleaning for six hand-tied flies from a neighbor down the crick.

She laid them on a cotton pad in a small box, which she gift-wrapped, and lovingly gave to Uncle Bud. He was delighted to say the least, and he showed them to me and said that they were for fish. Later in the day, he was looking for the flies and asked me if I had seen them. I said that I had given them to the fish. He asked what I meant. I told him that I had gone out on the foot-bridge, and tossed them into the crick, one at a time. I was his only nephew so he didn’t kill me. But I kept out of Alberta’s way for a while.

Thanks for visiting me…

leo

“Spinning Fish,” a color wheel, is available at $1,000.  20 x 20”
“Triple Flies” is available at $3,000. 20 x 40” (plexiglas shadow box)
Other flies are available.  Thanks for your interest.

I am in the Weaverville Art Safari open studios tour on May 12 & 13.
See the website at http://weavervilleartsafari.com/ for information.

 

 

Antlers & Shamans

Dear Reader,

Opening day of deer season in the Black Hills of South Dakota meant that most of the miners didn’t show up for work and high school was pretty much all female that day. If you weren’t hunting, you were with your dad, hiking over the hills, sitting on hunting stands or working in the camp.

In the 30s and 40s the Depression meant that deer and elk were a main source of protein for most Black Hills families, as it was for ours. In those days you had to actually hunt for deer, elk, ducks and pheasant because they were heavily poached to provide food. Now, animals and birds are in great numbers. The last time I was in Custer, deer were all over the yards eating anything that you didn’t want them to eat: flowers, succulents, vegetables, etc. They called them rats with antlers, plant predators, and venison.

Occasionally, a buffalo was poached.  One night my brother-in-law, Chuck, and some friends were driving on the outskirts of Hill City and saw a gigantic buffalo in a field, just off the road. They drove into Custer, got their guns, and went back and filled a fiberglass buffalo advertising sign with bullets. The last words spoken by some young cowboys were “Hold my beer and watch this.” I love those wild people.

Many times I have been asked if I always knew I was an artist. I answer, hell no! Art was not an option. Miners, ranchers, farmers, loggers, post peelers, and logging truck drivers were what I knew as work. I have written haiku poetry for 40 years, and this says it for me:

When I was a kid
Men had jobs that could kill them.
By luck, art chose me.

Skulls with Antlers

I cut these deer skulls with antlers not knowing what I was going to do with them.
I commonly cut dozens of different leaves, feathers and other elements for inventory.
I make piles of paper that I’ve soaked first with water, then acrylic colors, rusts, coppers and anything to get the textures I might want to use, then dry them out and store them. When I start a project, I don’t want to cut or paint anything. I pull from a large selection of those things that I’ve put away. I like to work intuitively, and I never do a plan drawing before starting. The Bauhaus and the Chouinard Art Institute system was “intuition with method.”

The skulls are the six primary and secondary colors, slightly tinted with white to contrast with the other hues I used as textures. The colors are applied with a sponge, brush or splatter techniques. The antlers, which turned out unexpectedly like lace, are rusted into a neutral color wheel.

Some elements just seem to fall into a circular arrangement; an antlered skull is a good example. Many of my color wheels have sometimes been easy to design but hard to paint, because I have to focus on the correct hues and avoid the urge to rush through the process. I am slightly manic and produce a lot of work that isn’t right the first time, but is usually right the second time.

Sun Shaman

Growing up in the Black Hills, I was in an environment of antlers, cow horns, buffalo horns, pine needles, bark, animals, birds, minerals and the detritus of prospectors and miners tools and leavings. There was also the history of the gold rush, the Holy Terror gold mine and the Sioux. The image above has many of those things as the major design elements. Feathers are a cultural symbol of the Indian nations, and I use them in many projects and remember the long time friend of my childhood, Ben Black Elk.

Ben Black Elk

Ben was the son of the mystic and medicine man, Black Elk, subject of the famous book, Black Elk Speaks. In the summer, Ben and his wife lived in a house behind ours while he was representing the Sioux nation at Mount Rushmore. He was a great mentor to me, and the other boys.

The color system in this piece is predominantly warm with cool accents of blue and green in the background structure. The feathers make up a textured mass and are accompanied by a couple of delicate horn shapes and simple paper weaving. These elements thrust upward to the primary dark and light (value) contrast of the rusted antlers against the deep red hue (color) of the sun and the black square behind them. The analysis and use of natural elements, especially the logical structure of plants, is part of the Bauhaus philosophy.

People who collect my work want the pieces named. For me, this work is simple basic design and color choices, put together from all the things that I had drawn with a knife, painted and stored for uses such as this. I struggled to name the piece I call “Shaman Shield,” because it truly doesn’t represent anything tangible, just something that happened over the course of a few days, nothing deeply serious or mystical, only memories of that place and those boys, mostly gone now.

Thanks for visiting. More of the same next time…

leo

“Deer Antlers Color Wheel” is available for $1000 at the Cut, Bend, Fold, ColorColorColor exhibit at the Grovewood Gallery.  20×20”
“Shaman Shield” is available for $4000 at the Cut, Bend, Fold, ColorColorColor exhibit at the Grovewood Gallery.   26×38”