I seem to have somthing of an issue with my work.
Thier are kinds of work I could do. And have done. That has and will sell.
But I,ve chosen not to do that kind of work. For one thing, it,s the same kind of work you see in galleries and shows every where you go.
The work I chuse to do will not find it,s way into a gallery.
But it will find it,s way though time. And When I think of a person perhaps a 1000 or a 100,000 years from now. Will look at some of this work and think for a moment about the person who made it so long ago. For that moment I will live again.
And I guess because I,m a little older now. And most of my life has been lived. That,s the way I find myseft thinking.
It would have been nice to have made a little money. And done and had a few nice things when I was 30 years old. But now at 63. That don,t matter any more. Now it,s the work. And only the work.
Perfection is what drives an artist.
The inability to achieve perfection is what creates a work of art.
John A. Barandon http://steelbronze.vpweb.com