Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
The night air smells so good right now. I can feel it filling my lungs and moving down to my finger tips. Taste it even. Changes are taking place all over and that's the feeling in the air. I took this photo down at the White River today. T
o my right out of view in the river are a few large brown trout spawning. Around 30 inches in length along with some smaller rainbows picking up the eggs. Their colors are as bright as these flowers this time of year. I sat there and watched these massive and beautiful fish for a while. Not another soul down there was even aware what was going on. Completely out of touch. I don't think they even saw the deer across the other side or heard the kingfisher call out it got a fi
sh. It's a shame to be outside but still not see your mother earth.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
An nice story about my journey. Link below for more info on the writer and comments.
Conceptual Artist Finds Creativity in Sobriety
By Tina Parker
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EUREKA SPRINGS, Ark.—In the middle of a hot and muggy day the sounds of an electric sander echo through a large, red metal building as a man sands cedar slabs that have been glued together. The smell of sawdust thickens the air and music blares from this creative space, boom hiss ba-boom boom hiss. The man is shirtless; wearing paint splattered khaki shorts with a walkie-talkie on the hip and donning a protective mask. His waist length sandy blond hair sticks to his back—he peels dried varnish from a sprayer.
Robert “Bob” R. Norman, 44, is working on two custom-built cedar tables that need to be shipped in next two days and he is pressed to get them out to the buyer. Norman just returned from Burning Man, a weeklong art event and temporary community in the Black Rock Desert of Nevada, and he is now playing catch-up. His black-gloved hands begin to pick at the chunks of old varnish that coat the spray canister. “I didn’t empty this before I left for Burning Man, said Norman. “I should have cleaned it; instead I just left myself a mess.”
Norman is well-known throughout Eureka Springs and across the country for his hand-built rustic furniture and more recently, his larger-than-life works of art. His art tends to reflect chapters of his life in Eureka Springs but mostly it reflects a period from his youth in Michigan, where he grew up as an avid angler. “I know fish; I know what they look like and I use them in almost all of my paintings,” he said.
Painting has become an outlet for Norman and has helped him along his journey from alcoholism toward sobriety.
After his wife divorced him and moved away with their daughter, he did not stop drinking. It wasn’t until a friend took Norman to Burning Man that he began to feel like life was worth living, soberly. “I wandered around drinking for a few days and when I began to sober up I started to see all the beautiful art that was around me,” he said. “Burning Man that year was a game changer—I got a grip on things and then I understood that everyone is broken, not just me.”
It wasn’t until his close friend, Todd, died from liver failure from his own fight with alcoholism, that Norman understood the reality of the situation. “I realized that if I didn’t stop drinking that could be me in a few years,” he said.
Art has since eased the void left in his life and given him a creative outlet to express himself. In 2011, he entered one of his drawings into art competition for the May Festival of the Arts poster contest and won. He then began selling copies of poster and that was when he met Practical Magic Art Supply and gallery owner Raven Derge.
“When I first met Bob he sold his prints out of the back of his van for one or two dollars and as he began to get recognition for his work, the price began to go up,” Derge said. “We framed the prints we bought from him and hung them in our gallery and sales sky-rocketed.”
Norman now displays large art pieces at Derge’s gallery in Bentonville, along with several rustic art chairs.
Norman’s life was a lot different 17 years ago. He owned and operated a business of six craftsmen at his roadside furniture shop, Roadside Rustics. He created rustic chairs, tables and benches from found wood and he is well- known for his sassafras benches with fish backs. “I created this style of bench and I have seen benches like this that were inspired from my creations,” he said. “I didn’t expect the business to begin like it did, but once I started making the benches and displaying them along the highway, sales took off.”
The owner of Bass Pro, Johnny Morris, has two of Norman’s fish benches at the corporate office in Springfield, Mo. “He saw my furniture out front and stopped to check it out,” Norman said. “He ended up buying two benches from me and displaying them in one of his stores in Missouri. A few years later I got a call and a designer wanted two more for the Bass Pro corporate headquarters and they are still there today.”
When Norman came back from Burning Man several years ago he decided that he no longer wanted to make furniture so he sold his business to his employees. “I decided that I wanted to do art full-time so I let go of Roadside Rustics to focus on my art,” he said.
Though he sold his rustics business he still creates his signature benches and builds large commissioned furniture pieces to ship across the country.
The building that once housed all of Norman’s furniture is now a display studio for his many works of art. When driving by his studio there is often a 4×8 painting on an easel pointed towards the roadway; a painting is normally outside on the easel regardless of weather conditions.
A large robot painting that was displayed for over two weeks is now propped up on its side underneath the porch, soaking in a puddle left behind from a recent thunderstorm. “That painting out there can take some abuse- if it falls over or gets ruined it doesn’t matter,” he said. “The art is about how it affects people that see it; if someone driving by sees my art and it makes them smile then I have succeeded.”
Norman spends hours spreading layer after layer of paint onto canvases to create abstract paintings and although he puts many hours into his paintings he isn’t attached to all of them. Recently, he left two 8×8 paintings that he created for the Center Camp Café at Burning Man– he does not know who has the painting. “My mother told me I was crazy—but I didn’t make the art for me, I made it for the people and it wasn’t mine anymore,” he said.
The paintings were worth around $6,000 but he had no intent to sell the paintings—he painted them for the temporary community at Burning Man. “When it comes to the value of art, that is something out of my realm,” Norman said. “More than 50,000 people saw my art and that is what I wanted the most.”
Norman also uses art as a way to connect with people in his community. For several years he has hosted ‘Drink and Draws’ at his home; essentially they were a party for he and his friends to come together and make art but after a harsh winter the roads to Norman’s house became too dangerous for people to drive so he moved his ‘Drink and Draws’ to Chelsea’s Corner Café and Bar. He provides all of the materials for people to become creative for a $5 donation.
“A lot of my friends were wasting their time drinking and not producing anything – most of them are very talented artists—I figured if I gave them paint brushes and a canvas maybe they would create something and they did,” Norman said.
“I think he got tired of people coming to his house and he didn’t have enough beds for all of them– we don’t have beds here either, but we can kick them out.” said Nate Huff, co-owner of Chelsea’s.
Currently Norman is working on a conceptual art show named ‘BROKEN’ that requires participation from the audience. “I’m asking the crowd to experience the creative or destructive nature of the art I will be displaying,” he said. “Behind everyone there is a destructive force or someone that is broken and art is a way to release and let the anger out.”
Although his road to sobriety was not an easy one, Norman has defied alcoholism stereotypes through and through– he can go out with friends and even attend social events at bars without enticement from alcohol, even at times when he feels broken down or upset.
“I will never drink again and I’m not even tempted; I made the decision and now it’s hard-wired in my brain,” he said.
I will be teaching a workshop at the Eureka Spring School of the Arts call "Ditches to Riches" next year based on my long time philosophy of finding worth in the worthless. I will focus on getting the class of six to the point that they can
find and make the puzzle pieces fit into a unique and functional work of art. I'm thinking we can work on chairs and tables but I will leave that open to better fit the students needs. I plan to use this class to kick off my bigger project for next year of the same title. More info coming.http://youtu.be/v1kpHrEhj60
Some of the Rustic cedar and sassafras furniture I made last week and delivered today to KC. I built two sets in my studio near Eureka Springs Arkansas. This is the Smaller one.
Back from Burning Man
My trip to Burning Man was as always life changing and recharging. I painted in severe conditions not just the one 8x8ft painting I was invited to do but asked if I would like to paint another one the same size. So of course I did. In the c
— at salt flats in Bonneville UT.
ourse of painting these works I met some rather well know artists and connected people. Time and time again I received praise and invite’s to show in LA and San Fran. The comments as I was working into the night drove me to finish my painting in about eight hours. Crowds gathered from time to time to watch me work and one couple even cooked me dinner, forever grateful for that one. I have to thank “E” my Center Camp host the most for getting me the hook up not once but twice. Now that I have my foot in the door next year’s move will be even bigger.
My Camp that I help found four years ago is about to break wide open. Camp HATE is all about illustrating how ridiculous we project our hate towards one and another. We are fond of saying “Don’t waste the HATE!” We also love to play the devil’s advocate forcing debate and therefore some balance on the Playa. Hate and love go hand in hand. You can’t have one without the other and both can destroy lives and divide people. So similar they are in their emotional effects on people that it’s often wise to find a middle ground than to go to either extreme. Next year Hate will seek placement.
I now have new friends for life as predicted, each a different personality and background and some from across the globe. My last friend made at the burn was my ride share Ido who I met the last full day of the Burn by chance. A world traveler based in Mexico now with dreams as big as mine. I wish him and all the others the best.
Change can come weeks after the burn and it takes a bit to sink in and be tested back in the world. For me the first blow came early on Wednesday I think it was. The other changes are still rolling in along with new challenges I have to face right out of the gate. I could not have been any more ready for it other than I didn’t see the opening sucker punch. Should have been LISTENING closer and been ready to dodge it. None the less all is good and I’m up and ready to take this on now. I have learned that in my life I have all I need to live but not what I want to have a life.
In closing I have logged 4,000 miles, over a week in extreme dessert conditions, two weeks from home, lost ten pounds and now fit into a size 34 pant for the fist time since my twenties, produced art for over 50,000 people to see, been praised by my burner family for that work, tons of contacts made with more flowing in even now, had my values adjusted and inspiration kicked up a notch and all in all got me a nice tan. (There too much to list really.)The world still takes me to task but now I’m ready to deal with it. So fuck all the bullshit this man is getting down to the business of having a life.
My Camp that I help found four years ago is about to break wide open. Camp HATE is all about illustrating how ridiculous we project our hate towards one and another. We are fond of saying “Don’t waste the HATE!” We also love to play the devil’s advocate forcing debate and therefore some balance on the Playa. Hate and love go hand in hand. You can’t have one without the other and both can destroy lives and divide people. So similar they are in their emotional effects on people that it’s often wise to find a middle ground than to go to either extreme. Next year Hate will seek placement.
I now have new friends for life as predicted, each a different personality and background and some from across the globe. My last friend made at the burn was my ride share Ido who I met the last full day of the Burn by chance. A world traveler based in Mexico now with dreams as big as mine. I wish him and all the others the best.
Change can come weeks after the burn and it takes a bit to sink in and be tested back in the world. For me the first blow came early on Wednesday I think it was. The other changes are still rolling in along with new challenges I have to face right out of the gate. I could not have been any more ready for it other than I didn’t see the opening sucker punch. Should have been LISTENING closer and been ready to dodge it. None the less all is good and I’m up and ready to take this on now. I have learned that in my life I have all I need to live but not what I want to have a life.
In closing I have logged 4,000 miles, over a week in extreme dessert conditions, two weeks from home, lost ten pounds and now fit into a size 34 pant for the fist time since my twenties, produced art for over 50,000 people to see, been praised by my burner family for that work, tons of contacts made with more flowing in even now, had my values adjusted and inspiration kicked up a notch and all in all got me a nice tan. (There too much to list really.)The world still takes me to task but now I’m ready to deal with it. So fuck all the bullshit this man is getting down to the business of having a life.
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