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A Sculpture “Masterfully” Displayed. 

Just spent an incredible weekend in Tucson, Arizona at Settlers West’s fall art show with Janette. We were guests of some friends / collectors and were able to visit, “Chiricahua Apache.” He is loved and well taken care of. There is nothing that touches my heart more than a work of art properly presented and displayed. Grateful to these folks who went “over the top” displaying this work of art. 


“An Eyelash in Bronze”

Would you believe that after being a sculptor (26 years) I am still amazed at the transformation process (the miracle) of how a clay sculpture is turned into bronze. I once went to a foundry to inspect a finished piece. Upon examination, I attempted to brush away an eyelash….only to realize it was part of the piece. The mold had picked up the impression of an eyelash on the clay and it was now cast into metal as part of the piece! Blew my mind.
When every piece I sculpt, I write a “Piece Description”.
“AMERICAN COWBOY”
Sure, there were men who worked cattle decades, if not centuries, before Charlie Goodnight and numerous other drovers crossed the Concho, the Wichita, the Red River, to ‘head beeves north’. Mexican vaqueros new more about roping, branding and riding, generations prior to the iconic ‘American Cowboy’ of yesteryear. That said, the ‘American Cowboy’ did quickly evolve into his own unique living archetype of brashness, moxie, language, etiquette and personal codes to live by. It is amazing that the heyday of the ‘cow men’ (how they truly liked to be referred) lasted a brief twenty years, and yet their impact still defines a lasting image and identity of an entire nation.
Throughout my life, when an image of the ‘Oval Office’ would be shown in either photos, magazines or movies, I’d often see a sculpture(s) as part of the decor. Be it a bust of Abraham Lincoln or Frederic Remington’s “Bronco Buster”, I was always moved by the imagery. After I’d been sculpting a few years, I had a feeling come over me, “I want to sculpt a piece that would be worthy of being on display in the office of The President of the United States. After twenty-five years as a sculptor, “American Cowboy” may be ‘that’ piece.
SCOTT ROGERS
“AMERICAN COWBOY”
24 1/2″ High – Edition of #30
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“Whiskey’s Rebel”

I would never consider myself as having been a good bull rider. Never felt I had the hand strength needed to keep a good holt. Over a three year period (1977-1980) I did get on about 165 head. The time dad came up to Colbert, Oklahoma, to watch me ride, I was very grateful, as he ended up driving me to the hospital with a broken back (Kojak was the bull that did a number on me). He said he watched me flop around out in the arena like a rabbit in its death throws. 
Can’t believe it’s taken me 26 years, as a professional sculptor, to finally get around to creating a bullrider.  

Nothing flips my lid like good dramatic lighting on a sculpture.
There was fell’a who came in to the gallery a couple of years ago and inspired me to create this sculpture. He is the owner of a bull used in the PBR called, “Whiskey’s Rebel.” I love that name for this piece. 


My old bull riding gear. Those are dad’s chaps, he used to bull ride back in the 50s. Those are my vintage “Bob Blackwood” spurs. 


Here’s a photo of “Whiskey’s Rebel”


“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. 

   
 


“Horses with Face Armor?”

“For Spain, Glory and Gold”30″ high x 17” wide x 16″deep. Edition of 30. This piece has been in the clay for about two years, and is finally comin’ around….maybe!

Then again, maybe it’s me that’s comin’ around.
This is fun to see. I love obscure history. Here’s some examples of authentic armor used for horse heads, hundreds of years ago. With my posting the sculpture of the conquistador, I thought I’d better back it up….for the doubters.

  
  


Inspired by “The Revenant”

This next piece on the sculpting stand is an idea given to me 7-8 years ago by a collector (I love a great idea). I sat on the idea for a few years. Finally, I got around to roughing it in around 2012…..but then it mostly sat still, until “The Revenant” came out this year. I was inspired to take it off the shelf, and have another “go”…. and push it farther down the road. 

Untitled (Open for suggestion) 22″ high x 47″ wide x 16” deep  

 www.ScottRogersSculpture.com


“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. 

    


The ‘Old Rust’ Patina

My patina man, Kike, working the color on, “With My Books Battalioned Around Me”. This one is shipping out to Settlers West, in Tucson, for an art show next week. 
The color on this sculpture is very unique. We take nitric acid and put it over iron nails, to dissolve them. We them apply that mixture with heat to the sculpture. The iron mixture binds to the bronze. We call it “The Old Rust” patina.


Sculpting in the dark

Would it surprise you to learn that, during the sculpting process of every piece, I turn off the lights, and sculpt shadows? I learned this technique in 1992 from Mehl Lawson. If it’s pitch black outside I’ll use a candle.  If an area is too dark I will add clay and if it is too light I will create textures that darken. 

 I still have two or three months to work on this piece, but it’s starting to have the magic I’m looking for.

Football (circa 1890)

It’s about 20 inches tall and 34 inches wide. 

  


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. 

    


The Empty Mold Board

Painters face the ‘blank canvas’. Sculptors stare at an ’empty mold board’. What to do……

From my last post you’ve noticed I’m beginning an 1890’s, eleven man, football team. 

Below is a video of the first draft of head #1. I go over each head 5 + times. 

   
   


The “Inner Sanctum” of what I do. 

I’m going to let you into the inner sanctum of my approach to sculpting. COMPOSITION is EVERYTHING! A lot of it is instinctual but it has also become a rational decision making process. I’m starting a new mutual-figured piece. 1890’s football team. Having a blast researching it out. If you boil it down to very simple geometric shapes, one could easily make an abstract work of art out of the entire thing. If the composition, balance and design is not there…..I can guarantee you the piece will be weak and people will not connect with it. I’ve learned that people “feel” great composition, rather than see it. 

 
Notice that in the above drawing are two large circles that intersect and create a vesica piscis. MasterCard uses that symbol for their logo.   

  

There are a lot more geometric shapes than I’ve drawn. It’s fun to discover them as I’m sculpting. There are lots of figure eights, large triangles and diamonds. 

 


Native American or Mountain Man?

Cleaning off my shelves with another idea that has lingered too long. For me, it’s actually common to rough in a piece and get the jest of an idea down and look at it for years….as a clay sculpture. Don’t judge the piece too harshly, I’ve only sculpted on it about five days over the past three years. 

The special part about creating this piece is it’s an idea given to me five or six years ago by a client, who has become a dear friend. In his own right, he has the soul of an artist. On numerous occasions I have heard him talk about his love of the arts and weep while doing so. 

If you have a suggestion please send it my way. I’m trying to decide if I should make the person in the canoe a Native American or Mountain Man?



The reason I like it being an Indian is I get to show the human anatomy and not cover it with clothing. That’s straight out of my mentor (Fritz White’s) playbook.