Above is the the flier for Jacob's upcoming showing of his sculpture at my office (which we turn into a gallery once a month). Click here for more information on the show, which, if I do say so myself is really extraordinary. So, if you can't make it April 4th, raise a glass to the artist. He's quite a guy and quite a visionary.
But what he has created with it is nothing short of incredible.
Not only are the sculptures aesthetically engaging (aka something I would buy to put on our walls), they are profound -- and profound from a diverse set of angles.
He's taken these pieces of detritus -- rattlesnake skins, grasshopper wings, porcupine quills, wasp nests, pronghorn hair -- and framed them, with more than just wood.
With careful construction of windows and lights and plexiglass and metal and dowels and glue he's created visual stories, tweaking your eye and mind just so to make you see something larger, more in focus and deeper in context. Crops, animals, land, people, insects, sky. For me, it's all been there, all of my life. It's what I stared at for 18 years and somehow, never saw it like this until Jacob put it all together. I guess that's what great art does.
I'm in awe of the window the whole process has given me into the man I am going to marry -- how he communicates, how he thinks, how he creates, where his complexities lie and just how deep he goes.
These little pieces of dead animal and rusted metal and weathered wood are making me fall in love all over again.
And, that is a surprise.
