Category Archives: Spiritual

“All Her Chicks”

The city of St. George, Utah has a foundation called, “Art Around the Corner.” Every spring, for the past 12 years, they invite artists to display works on pedestals throughout the city. 
This year, I chose, “All Her Chicks”. She has felt labor pains for more than a week now. Her mind is on hold, for it is her heart that is full…anticipating…loving…feeling. ‘Serving’ is joy, for this mother to be. how fortunate is the babe coming to a home where it is to be nurtured in kindness. 

   
 


“Her Hands Know the Old Ways”

I love it when a title and a sculpture merge together as one. When creating this piece, the words came to me and and I felt they were inspired. 

She is a Popago Indian in southern Arizona about 1910. 

  

  


“Towne Ball, 1890”

After I sculpted the 32 inch wide nine player team piece, “Base Ball, circa 1890”, I had many people ask me to sculpt a single figure, So I did. I call this piece “Towne Ball, 1890.” 

This piece will be cast in about a year. I’m pokey….. Getting sculptures out. 

    


An honest effort….

“THE FORGOTTEN MAN”
One morning, at 6am, I was brought up short seeing a man sleeping on cold asphalt…..he was embracing a bottle of liquor. Where does the mind go with this? “Pity, shame, judgment, step quick and get away from this human debris.” ”What can I do?” “Should I do anything at all?” “How did he let this happen to himself?”
A gentle realization came to me, it was as if I heard a whisper, ”He’s forgotten”. Not that ‘others’ have forgotten, but rather, he’s forgotten himself and has become an island of misery unto himself. Yes! It may take another to show him the way (be an example), but ultimately it is ‘he’ that ‘must remember’. To remember what? To remember that he can exercise the greatest of all gifts…..the ability to choose differently. He can say, “No” to the past. I have felt for years that within the parable of The Prodigal Son, six words hold a secret: “And when he came to himself….”. Could this possibly mean, “and when he awoke to his divine nature”, or, “and when he let go of his ego mind”. Oh, to say, “I have come to my ‘Self’, surrendered to Divine will, and forgotten the natural man.”
I could have easily called this piece….”Judge not the wounded soul”.

SCOTT ROGERS

13″ wide x 3 1/2″ high x 8″ deep 

Edition of #30

 


Passing on Knowledge

A dozen years ago….my uncle, Grant Speed, shared with me how to sculpt  eyes. Today, I passed that knowledge on to another artist. 

“Tête-à-tête”, as the French would say. “Head to Head”. 

Softness…is the key. And don’t sculpt the eye. Sculpt vision. Sculpt planes. Sculpt shapes. Sculpt your knowledge of the eye…..not what you think you see. And most important of all, sculpt feelings. 

    


Sculpture in Nature

About 15 years ago I was visiting an artist friend in a remote location. The closest city of 1000 people was 10 miles away. Being completely surrounded by nature it was easy to pick out things that were man-made. Tin cans on the side of the road or stray pieces of paper / wrappers were easily identified.

At that time a thought occurred to me. Do my sculptures blend in with nature? I thought I would try an experiment. Having with me two or three sculptures in the back of my pick up, I went and got one out of the back of my pick up and set it amongst the sage brush and cedars. I was curious to see if it would fit in or stick out as something that didn’t belong.

From that time forward my goal has been to sculpt works of art that fit in with a natural landscape.

This is a new piece just delivered to a gallery for pre-cast sales.

Not firm on a title:
“War Horse” or “Big Medicine”

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The Chamisa Blooms All Summer

Whenever I drive through the deserts of New Mexico I see the plant called Chamisa by the side of the road. Ten years ago the title “The Chamisa Blooms All Summer” came to me. There are times I’ve sculpted a piece so that it won’t haunt me anymore to be created.

Well sculpting the piece I decided to make the woman with child. She’s blooming too.

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Buffalo Monument – Finished

It’s an amazing experience to finish a piece and then be alone with it. Its often numbing. There comes a quiet that is beyond words. A feeling of expansion takes over….a humility.

Finished.

AMERICAN BISON

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