Aug 31 - Sept 24 | Artworks by Karsten Boysen and Harry von Stark
Aug 31 – 11:30 am – Exhibit Opens
Sept 2 – 5:30 - 8 – Opening Reception and Art Walk
September 3 – 1:00 pm – Art Talk
September 24 – 5:30 pm – Exhibit Closes
Art is all about mystery, stealth, and transformation – to reveal the dynamics of existence.
The materials I use are selected by a twist, a bend, a crumple – almost as if returning to a natural state.
My work emulates nature, and the essence of nature – something artists have known from time immemorial — is the spiral, the DNA twist that imparts life to all things. The spiral animates my art.
What we discard today may be the best of what we have tomorrow.
The mind is silenced, the self gets out of the way, and the work is allowed to express itself.
My public art includes Percent-For-Art commissions in Alaska, Washington and Arizona. Currently I my sculpture was displayed at Gallery Without Walls, Lake Oswego, Oregon, and is currently featured in outdoor exhibits in Napa, California as well as Des Moines and Olympia, Washington.
Harry von Stark
These are framed black and white prints of varying sizes from a 2 and a half year project document about an ocean going fishing trawler destined for the Bering Sea. The story of a complete build from start to finish is destined for the book project Floating Steel. Unlimited access to the Anacortes WA shipyards enabled me to include various images of men and women constructing steel ships and their repair in the 21st century. For more information: vonstarkphotography.com
Ships have a primal connection I am attracted to. They have graphic lines and shapes and a sensual attraction that spark my imagination to adventure, danger and rewards. In my past I lived on a wooden boat which gave rise to my passion for architectural romantic realism. After a time photographing wooden boats I gravitated to larger boats and developed an interest in large ocean-going ships which means steel, steel ships.
I started to hang around commercial shipyards where the colossal floating steel structures are created. One day I noticed a piece of steel not more than a foot and a half in length. I picked it up and was shocked at how heavy this small piece of steel was. How does that huge structure I am looking at float when it is pushed into the water! First, let me make it abundantly clear, I am not a builder of things, anything. I am in awe of people that make things. This is a skill set that has eluded me my entire life.
Next my intellectual side vaguely gets it, some sort of air displacement….air Air! My emotional side, my usual place of habitation almost self destructs…floating steel!! How in the…? Hence my three year journey to visually document in cut-glass black and white photographic imagery how you make steel float. Some of the images in this exhibit will be used in and for the coming book entitled, Floating Steel in collaboration with the writer, Jeremiah O’Hagan.
Once you add words or a word to what you see you tend to see it through those words and that’s the way it stays in the normal course of things. I tend to see the world as lines, shapes, and colors in conceptual terms as you would think an alien would, without preconceived ideas.
As a five year old German immigrant growing up in the San Joaquin Valley CA I experienced a difficult time learning a new language. I saw things I did not understand or have a word to associate to new things and experiences so I made things up about them. As a child my best friend was my imagination. I replaced word associations with visualizations such as remembering directions by numbers or street names. I could just remember them by replacing numbers and street names by utilizing visual aids. As an example, such and such store by the big white house, etc.
My imagination’s challenge is to find varying ways of seeing reality. As a child I came upon a magical process called perspective. It still stirs my heart. Later on I was fascinated by the French art form, “Trompe d'oeil”, to fool the eye. Later in life through Zen teachings I was exposed to the Japanese art form “Wabi Sabi”, the beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete.
Lines, shapes and all the above fascinations are stored in my finger when I press that button on my stop-time machine.