Also? My antique florentine window glass.
2/6/25
Bando Web. My studio
I can't destroy this lofty web in my studio which unnerves visitors. I appreciate the long hours of vision & design that the spider added to my space.
Also? My antique florentine window glass.
Also? My antique florentine window glass.
1/20/25
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Making Something out of Nothing
For years I walked alleys and train tracks staring at the pavement, the rocks, the grounds, steel tracks and its debris which I gathered and loaded into my pockets, so excited by the rust, shapes, possibilities and then I decided, Fuck Art, I'm going to Dance and make real money, making something out of nothing, yes, my name is Potion now, but I practiced it four decades ago, even as a child, you find this stuff, you know its potential its different that must be rescued and revered.
It was a dare of sorts, that challenge of change, the alchemy I could manifest.
I did.
Kept it all in a chest. Stored, I reveled in the rust dust that I added to paints. It was that precious to me.
I improved the alley by making it into jewelry.
The women who work for me as sales reps sold to galleries and museum gift shops. Within a year, I was everywhere.
It was a dare of sorts, that challenge of change, the alchemy I could manifest.
I did.
Kept it all in a chest. Stored, I reveled in the rust dust that I added to paints. It was that precious to me.
I improved the alley by making it into jewelry.
The women who work for me as sales reps sold to galleries and museum gift shops. Within a year, I was everywhere.
The buyers didn't believe it was rusted pieces that I had upcycled. Not then. Not in the early 90s. Buyers complained to my sales reps. Don't lie, they cautioned, what is this?
Two reps called. Hey, these buyers are pissed, they think I'm lying.
OK, I said, OK, spin it as cast paper that I mixed with hand ground metals and mark it up by $15 a piece. Sales rocketed.
One day a check for 3,256.00 from the Chicago Art Institute. Gift shop. Business swelled.
And then I bought a building.
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12/25/24
TinkerBelle's Christmas
She is loving her automatic ball launcher from Dad and her costmes that Mah'mm upcyled from thrift sweaters.
12/23/24
Bad Art. Development off the rails. The Rail Apartments
Speaking as a former sculptor, NO.
This is all kinds of wrong.
This is all kinds of wrong.
In front of the new "Rail" apartment building which is feet away from a railroad spur (the toxic fumes of which will eff you up) and less than a quarter mile for I44 (the toxic fumes of which will eff you up).
I asked some well established regional and national artists, sculptors, and public works sculptors for their review which are below.
David O: We have many interesting sculptors around town that would create something much more engaging. Who commissioned this?
Me: I assume the architect who designed the building. It's so bad.
Horatio L: I agree with Christian. It’s usually from an architect of the firm. They’ll do it for a fraction of what the client would be willing to pay an artist!
Me: It's so awful. Ir recalls those static anti tank weapons that were embedded in the ground during WW2
Snail: Looks like checkpoint barricades.
Matthew: No tanks are driving past these.
Me: I now know where to tie up my horse. That's a hitching rail.
12/21/24
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1986. Central West End. St. Louis City
From the years that Armin and I would walk the alleys west and north of our house at 4350 McPherson.
A person lived in this garage. He replaced the rotten accordion doors with discarded doors that he had salvaged.
A person lived in this garage. He replaced the rotten accordion doors with discarded doors that he had salvaged.
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