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”

Ice Cream Dreams

Dear reader,

Spring, and the air here in the mountains is delicious. The flowering trees are white, pink, and violet. Blooms are coming up and we have to mow the damn grass every week. I think I’m going to plant invasives, they seem to do so well. Tons of pollen in the air, but allergy isn’t my problem. I wanted to raise chickens, so I planted a row of eggs every ten inches and about four inches deep. I fertilized and watered them regularly but nothing came up, so I wrote to the county agriculture department, told them my sad story and asked them to solve my dilemma. They came out and took a soil sample. No chickens, but I met some nice people.

Spring is the season when, as a boy, I could always collect the penny deposit on pop bottles and buy a big, side-by-side, double-dip ice cream cone. I took my shoes off about the same time, and none of us boys put them back on until snow fly. There were some 250 people strung along five miles of creek at Keystone, SD. Although lots of them had cows, ice cream was dear because of the sugar rationing during the war. All the men had gone off to fight, and we boys lived like Huckleberry Finn. Work had stopped on Mount Rushmore, and it looks now pretty much like it did then.

Leo Monahan Paper Sculpture

Ice cream cones like these are my fantasy. Ice cream of every color and flavor warms my heart and gives me a headache just above the eyes. The cones here are all 12 colors of the color wheel. Each ice cream and its cone are the same color. The ice cream is outlined with a texture of white to indicate dimension, and the cones have stripes painted in the same color but toned down slightly with a complement. The cones are curved to give dimension and produce soft shadows when viewed or photographed.

A very simple image, but the memories it brings up from my childhood are unforgettable. Like the time I found a 50 cent piece in the dusty street in front of the small post office in Keystone. I went into the post office and showed it to Mr. Manion, the postmaster and only employee. He said that I should buy five, 10-cent saving stamps toward a $25 war bond. We were all saving stamps, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t do it instead of getting a whole bunch of ice cream cones. 50-cents would be like finding a fortune now, if you think back that hamburgers cost a dime in the 40s.

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Keystone was an old gold rush town and everything was old, rusty, broken or falling down. A cold mountain “crick” flowed through town and was our main playground; swimming holes in the summer, and ice-skating in winter. There are several lakes in the hills nearby, and we commonly walked six miles to Horsethief Lake to dare each other to swim across. Not me; that was the coldest damn water I can remember. There, tied to trees, were always a lot of beat-up rowboats, half full of water or sunk all together.

I love the texture of age. Rust, corrosion, peeling paint and rot are my palette. This is a small piece, 16 x 20”, and strong direction is not the intent. The conditions, contrasts, textures and story behind the boats are the topic. The colors of the boats are predominantly warm, with some cool accents to enhance the effect. Every form of corrosion that I could devise is in there. The water is dark, intense blue to contrast with the boats and trash on the dock. The colors on the boats and trash are all neutral, while the water, trying to be pure, reflects a summer sky. The sunken boat is strictly for story.

“Fred, dammit! Who let my boat sink like that there? Yours seems to be holding up, piece of crap that it is. Mine’s in better shape, but the sonofabitch is under water, as any boat-sinking idiot can plainly see. Have your boys been playing out here again? Last time they busted the oars. Dammit, where’re those oars anyways?”

“Jimmy, we go through this ever year. Let’s pull it up, get the water out and patch the damn thing up again. Last time I saw the oars, you used them to hold up your chicken house roof. As a fact, where in hell are my oars?

They better not be part of your chicken shed. To hell with it all, it’s too damn hot to be out here. Let’s open a couple of them beers and set awhile.”

“Ok, we’ll go to my place and get the oars later.”

Thanks for visiting me. Same old stuff next time…

leo

Jimmy’s Boat 17.5 x23.5″ is available for $2500 at the Cut, Bend, Fold, ColorColorColor exhibit at the Grovewood Gallery.  The Ice Cream Cones are not available.