Why Metal? Why not some other material?
I’ve worked in clay, fibers, wood (briefly), painting, drawing, photography, printmaking, metal, and plastic. In ceramics I was cursed with air pockets. I liked working with clay, but blowing up in the kiln happened too frequently. My teacher even pounded the clay herself, divided it in two and we both through pots, but only mine had air pockets in it. We both knew it was a curse.
I enjoyed drawing and watercolor painting in high school, but realized once I entered art school that I wasn’t cut out for it. I have enjoyed revisiting these mediums during the last two AEDM challenges, but it just doesn’t speak to me as it once did. Photography was kind of the same thing, though I almost minored in it along with my metals major. My landscapes didn’t really mesh with the 90s art photography mindset and I turned it into a hobby rather than a passion.
Fibers is another story. I took a weaving class my last semester in college and I loved it. I particularly loved tapestry and wove a small Navajo-style rug for my final project. This is something that had I taken the class my sophomore year I might have pursued it further. I did get a second hand LeClerk loom, but I haven’t used it recently.
What really clinched it for me was how metal spoke to me. I love the feel, the smell, the working with my hands. I ike how it moves, connects, its strength. I think in metal. This is the only material I’ve worked with where I had a shakabuku moment*, where I knew that this is what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. That is why I work in metal.
* don’t know what a “Shakabuku moment” is? Watch Grosse Point Blank and thank me later.