As I dissassemble my calliope to move it to the scrap heap I find there is more to take apart than just the apparatus. I find myself teary eyed, and not particularly happy. Writing will probably help, although not garuanteed. (sp).
The calliope, this last couple of weeks has been the elephant in the room.I could move it with my household, but questions arise.
1. Will I have the motivation to set it back up?
2. When will I have the space to set upt?
3. If. I do set it up will I play it or do anything with it?
I am reminded of my father’s two manual harpsichord. He built it and it was too big to get out of the basement,,, but just a little too big. We had to take out the banister and I think something off one of the walls. Then it weighed like an elephant. But with the help of a retired furniture mover we got it out of the basement. It played for a few months and then developed problems from warping. It was strung too tight (a frequent problem with my father’s instruments or the braceing and structure was insufficient. Then there is the poor fiting joinery. It must have been a big dissappointment. It sat around in limbo for several years and then was taken apart and salvaged. I believe that I have an instrument made from these salvaged parts that died the same death, too much tension, not enough structure.
The calliope was to be a followup to the flame throwing pipe organ. I wanted an instrument built to withstand moving, temperature changes and even a bit of water and wind. The 120 year old pipe organ was delicate. I wanted robust. I built it, its pretty robust.
While machining the parts I started having more and more trouble with my hands. I developed trigger finger in four fingers, my arthritis got much worse too. What had been fun, working on the calliope became work. Than some supremely well timed demotivational comments from my chair, cut the rest of the motivation. It stopped being a fun project and stopped being functional in any real sense. I did finish the calliope, and it has been fun somewhat having one, but continuing to deal with it seems imprudent. Time to 86 it.
People think that my art work is physical objects. Rick Newby once told me that I was a Ceramic Philosopher. I cannot say he is wrong, but I think that I use philosophy as a tool for innovation. My work is innovations in ceramics, or at least has been. For the last several years I have not been working with that gooey plastic material. I have been using its lessons, working in its mannerisms, using what I learned in clay’s schools. My lastest work uses the design lessons of functional pottery as critiqued through the bauhaus lens, but also draws on music, and other wave phenomenon. Some of my lights are influenced by Islamic tile. I remain a clayer, just working with a different material.





























