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“HER HANDS KNOW THE OLD WAYS”

She’s thinking of her children, and her children’s children. Dinner that evening crosses her mind. As she weaves, the love of conversation makes her baskets even more beautiful. A memory of her grandmother passes gently in her mind….”Make sure the reeds are taught”. More words from grandmother’s spirit, “Always correct a mistake the moment it happens”. 

Her grandmother’s baskets were prized. She’s often held a hope that her own baskets would be held with respect and that those she sold them to would know how much she cared to do her best. Anymore, there really is no thinking of  ‘how’ to weave a basket. She goes into a reverie of ‘feeling’….she finds that it’s feelings she weaves, her love of life, of family. She remembers the last great lesson from the woman whose hands she loved to touch, “Be careful what you choose to feel while you work, for ‘that’ is what you weave into your baskets.”    

SCOTT ROGERS

It seems like only yesterday that I bought a bronze from my uncle, Grant Speed.  My love affair with bronze had begun. Six months later (in October of ’90) I came home from work, looked at that bronze and said, “I can do that”. I sought and continue to seek counsel at the hands of master teachers (i.e. studied with Fritz White CA, Stanley Bleifeld, Herb Mignery CA, Mehl Lawson CA and Grant Speed CA).

My desire is to use art as a vehicle to inspire mankind to see the beauty of life. Artists’ are prone to leave emotional fingerprints all over their work; hence, what you’ll be seeing, in a way are self-portraits. I love how shape, line and form communicate. Every line has a spirit and speaks volumes. Put a lump of clay in my hands and a short while later you’ll know exactly how I feel and physically see my soul. I am finding that the key to life is to develop eyes to see what is really ‘there’.

I love what I do. The feelings I portray about the ‘Old West’ I’ve had all my life. I remember fondly the hours spent as a youth reading of renegades, rebels, rogues, outlaws, wild men and horses, ferocity, passion, power, cunning, independence, honor, loneliness, fear, rage, courage and freedom. These words worked their way into my soul and now find expression through my fingers in clay. The ‘West’ was about men and women who had courage, who were part of something bigger than themselves. I find great pleasure in doing these people justice by creating a fair portrayal of their characters.

When beginning a piece, the first thing I do is isolate an emotion I know intimately. An emotion that pulls at my heart, one that makes me hold my breath, an emotion so strong it becomes overwhelming and is physically draining to experience. If the emotion doesn’t command my rapt attention it is quickly dismissed. In creating “a moment” I do it in such a way that you (the viewer) have no choice but to play an active part and put yourself in the scene as the character depicted or as a first hand witness.

I sculpt feelings and not reality. In fact, to me the words sculpture and feelings are synonymous. I love it when someone says, after viewing one of my pieces, “I can feel the bullet hitting him”; “I feel like I’m on the back of the bucking horse” or “I can hear the roar of the stampede”.

I know art uplifts the spirit, it makes one want to be better, to feel good about themselves and their fellow man, to reach out for that which is good in life. It’s my wish that you experience some of what I feel through my art.