How Long Does it Take
It is very possible that half of the people who see my work ask this question: How long does it take to finish something like this? I take it as an honest question. We humans are trapped inside the clock. Even when traveling to another place we don’t ask how far it is waiting for a response in miles or kilometers. We want to know how far it is in time measures: “How long does it take to get there?” We create deadlines in an attempt to beat time. The workplace establishes a shift based on hours. In many of these places it is of little importance quality and production than the time spent there. We are measuring nanoseconds to switch from one screen to another with a touch of a finger and we panic if takes “too long”. Even sharing a cup of coffee with someone is based on how much time they have for us at that moment. It seems that control is leaving us out of control and ripping away some of our humanity.
Yes, I understand we need to be accountable for what we do and time is a way of measuring productivity, results, and outcomes. I understand that time is important to keep things running “under control”. However, what does it matter how long it took when the result is already in front of them? It is not like they are waiting for me to finish the sculpture. It is there. They don’t have to wait for it. Of course, if they are requesting something specific for them, time is a concern. I don’t want to promise a massive sculpture of a horse and take ten years making it, but art takes time.
The measure of time in art is not about how long it takes to make, but how long it took the artist to master the technique to make it happen. It is about how long it took to study and understand how to turn the idea into life. Time for the artist is about thinking how to pour the self on that piece. I can finish a painting in an hour or two, but it took a long time to get to that point. Even so with sculpting. I can finish a sculpture in a day but it took many years of practice, effort and sacrifice to reach a comfort level of my technique. However, the joy of creating and the bliss of the moment should not be shortened or retrained by time. The feeling is too good to rush.
The Joy on Her Face
“I did this myself!”… With sparkly eyes full of satisfaction and proudly showing off her sculpture to her friends, this lady at the Milford Senior Center made my day. The joy on her face was priceless. During the last few months I’ve been conducting a few clay sculpting workshops at the center sponsored by Always Best Care Senior Services. In our last workshop, each one of the participants created a bust. I went to the center to glaze the pieces and return them to their makers. Three of the ladies were sitting in the living room of the center hanging out with their peers and listening to music. I came in and delivered their pieces.
Wow! If you could only see the joy and satisfaction on their faces when they saw their work ready to be displayed. Their peers were very impressed and began giving compliments. They were so happy. I must confess I almost cried. They were so excited and proud of their creation. That for me is one of the most rewarding aspects of what I do. The satisfaction I get when I see them happy is something I don’t have the intellectual capacity to articulate in words.
I honestly believe that what I do means nothing if it is not touching people, inspiring people, making them think, consider, reflect, wonder… Moreover, if there is something I want to see is change. I want to see people happy when they find themselves discovering new talents. I want people to identify themselves with my art and allow each piece to serve as a stepping stone to tell their stories. I don’t want my art to be another dead piece in a gallery or museum. I want them to speak to people. Not only my art, but everything I do.
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