Space, The Final Frontier?

” . . . it is perhaps my first sculpture where the space and the form are completely dependent in and inseparable from each other. I had reached the stage where I wanted my sculpture to be truly three-dimensional . . . Now the space and the form are so naturally fused that they are one

Moore said of a work he completed, which was commissioned by the Arts Council for the Festival of Britain in 1951


Sculpture.  As I continue on my journey  this year taking time to explore what inspired other creative’s I find that I am giving over more and more to intuition.  When I started this project in January, I had an idea that I would read about a photographer who had a coffee every morning and looked at the ocean and  then, I too, would have a coffee every morning and look at the ocean.  But that isn’t how this project is unfolding.  The lives of creative’s, like each of us, is a complex web of shoulds, wants, have to’s and accidents.  I’ve noticed that there is something in the  nature of creative people that takes over and that they helplessly follow these ideas to their conclusion.  This month I’m very conscious that I’m following my own inner nature of what leaps out at me from what I see. I’m very aware of my intuition and this month I’m moving to sculpture and I jumped in with Henry Moore.

I looked at a number of different sculptors but I couldn’t shake my child hood memory (creative’s are very influenced by early experiences, so I had to listen to this idea) of going to the Art Gallery of Ontario and walking through the Moore Gallery.  At that age I couldn’t figure them out. They didn’t look like what they were supposed to be. Reclining figures with chunks missing and weird shapes, smoothly wrought.   At a time when I was in love with the realism of Ken Danby and Glen Loates, my black and white brain of youth was not interested in these interpretive shapes.

Here I am, many years later, looking at Henry more and the quote above.  What struck me is that it reminded me of a photography project I made for myself a few years back when I was on the road as a singer.  I became fascinated with ‘negative space’.  The object  is so often the focus, but what about what is in between?  I took lots of pictures of wrought iron fences and architectural details downtown as I looked for the space between objects.

As a musician, this thought came up last weekend when I was at a retreat.  I found myself talking about the rests in music.  They aren’t empty, but full.  They are what lead us to the next phrase and they are full of tension, mystery, ideas.  Rests aren’t empty bars, but so different from the identifiable melody that came before.

“The space and the form are so naturally fused they are one”

Henry Moore

These are my questions this week, feel free to join me:

What am I doing with the space in my life?  Between the hard objects like appointments and meals and meeting with friends. 

What is in the ‘rests’, the space between?  How will I  fuse those moments, like Henry Moore did?

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