coincidentally this was the name of the special duo my
cousin kyle and i formed when we were younger. we also had (have) a spy agency, but i’m not allowed to tell
you the name of that. steel metal
was just our public cover, and sounded cool when we played cards and stayed up
late eating beef jerky. little did
i know those two words would evoke a whole new world at this point in my life…
it’s officially been a week that i’ve been working with
steve now! i’ve learned upwards of
15 different machines and power tools, including the two major types of welding
(TIG and MIG), sandblasting and plasma cutting, and already have plunged
full-on into multiple different projects, including finishing one small hanging
piece, getting halfway through another, and also helping to finish a large
kinetic piece of steve’s that is one of my all-time favorites. i’ll hold out to show you pictures of
these until they’re really finalized…
it’s amazing to think about how much has happened, how
much autonomy and freedom he’s already given me (whether i want it or not!),
and how damn much i’ve learned, on so many levels, already.
a typical week day looks something like this:
6:30am – first curve of sun seeps out above the east edge
of pipes canyon and i’m instantaneously awake. my house is like a giant fishbowl perched on the opposite
edge, my north and east-facing walls are solid windows, and there’s no escaping
the desert light, so i am my own alarm clock. having forever been (and i don’t see this changing) a
stayer-upper-until-5am-er, this new type of thing they call waking up at a
decent hour is something i’m feeling especially proud of right now. in fact between this and the pickles
(see previous post), i could come back to the east coast already and call this
a success.
7:00am – im soaking in the porch morning and hear a
grinning steve & ruth rounding the gravel side of my house for our morning
walk. they have a 2-ish mile loop
they do every - and i mean every - weekday morning, and have been for the 30+ years they’ve been living
here. they go down across the
canyon, along it, and back, finishing up the sandy wash that leads to the
house. they eagerly asked if i would
join them every morning, and not only is it an incredible hour of light and
chance to reflect on the day, but the act itself is a beautiful thing to be a
part of. the two of them inhabit
their own world, which i am only beginning to grasp, but between them exists a
rythym, in every sense of the word, like nothing i have ever witnessed. i walk a half step behind them so that i
can just try to contain my smile the majority of the time, while i listen to
their patterns of stories and ideas and observations and questions, and watch
their quick steps part around each creosote bush and immediately join back up
again in sync. so far i have
learned everything from why the desert “stink bug” is constantly doing headstands
(he’s collecting the miniscule bit of dew that has accumulated on his back
overnight), to which film is one of malick’s best, to how to effectively kill a
feral cat (this one’s a good story for later), to jeremy rifkin’s 5 pillars of
energy policy. while we walk, literally
no bird or seedling goes unnoticed and undocumented. i love every minute i get to spend with the two of them, but in the mornings i feel especially swept in their tide, and i excitedly
oblige.
8:00am – back in the cabin, big bowl o granola and fruit
with a mug o coffee on my porch and i’m raring to go…
9:00am – steve and i assemble in the studio and dig
right in. this usually begins with
him revealing an idea he had in the middle of the night… it is almost always a
brilliant solution to a problem or question we had left to mull the evening
before. he calls this the “2am
work sessions”, and grins as he says, “i tell ruth, whaddya think? i just lie there?!?!” we eagerly crank it out til noon-ish, and it’s usually the
best part of the day. he says he
always does his important work in the morning, when the brain is fresh and the
energy is there. the afternoon is
for the “mindless” stuff, when he can throw on an audio book and cruise. (since dealing with machines that send sparks
flying clear across the studio, i am a little slower to categorize these things
as “mindless”). nonetheless, i
agreed to let him pick me up another michael cunningham book (specimen days) at the library when he
went to get his (the hours). he taught me to MIG weld steel and then
grind it on friday (this is the process where you lay down a bigger, rougher
type of weld, and then grind the whole metal surface so it looks shiny and will
evenly accept the patina that makes it looks nice n rusty again). i welded together a 9ft tall base to one of his
pieces, and then ground the entire
thing in the afternoon, which took 4+ hours. it is incredibly tedious, so i finally
understood the serious appreciation he has for books on tape! the two of us cruised along with giant
muffler earphones and fanny packs from the 70’s that housed $5 (yes… $5.00)
walkmans. we traded grins and
thumbs-ups across the studio every 20 minutes to confirm each other was alive
and happy. although imagine a
chuck norris version of sandpaper for steel, mounted on a giant spinning power
tool that sends a flood of sparks shooting out literally everywhere across the
studio (and some back at my face).
thus, while i got through half my book, i will not be accepting
questions regarding the plot.
hopefully by the time it’s my turn to listen to the hours, i can zone off in virginia woolf land and not
are-my-fingers-still-there-land.
12:00pm – lunch.
me, my porch, handmade chairs, and as much water as i can guzzle. oh, and elaborate (but short-lived)
hand washing.
1:00pm – back at it. generally steve has already had another of those brilliant
ideas (i’ve come to accept that if 5 minutes has passed since something’s been
unresolved, he’s bound to chime in any moment). by 5pm my arms are getting noodly, my brain is slowing to a
crawl, and i’m thinking about sneaking a little downward dog in the corner of
the studio. i look over at steve,
who’s always beaming back at me or ready with some hilarious comment, and am
amazed that at the age of 70, he is still slinging around the heavy machinery
as if it were nothing.
5:30pm – we give in & clean up the shop for the day,
sneak up to see ruth (who runs all the business operations) and have a
beer. i usually sit through steve
recounting one or two good stories of me from the day. until thursday his favorite story (and
he has now told it 5 or 6 times to different people) was the day he taught me to use the plasma
cutter. it, too, send sparks
shooting out, hopefully downward, but sometimes back at you, and they
definitely ping up your clothing (or your skin), so it takes some getting used
to. he showed me how it worked,
handed the machine over to me, and disappeared across the studio. i took a deep breath and went to
town. about 10 minutes in i hear
him cracking up uncontrollably.
apparently i had THE most serious and dramatic facial expressions going
on, and steve could not keep it together.
5 seconds later i burned a hole straight through a yellow and brown blanket
covering another of his machines, ed.
try not to look at my photos too closely.
thursday, though, i managed to shock myself with the TIG
welder. this is very common (and
steve had warned it would happen sooner or later) if you forget to place a
cable somewhere to ground the machine, or (and this is what i learned) if you
hold your hands far enough from the metal you’re welding that you become the
ground anyway. the noise (which is
a loud, sustained ZAP like lightning striking an electrical wire) and the sight
(a green glowing arc from the machine to the opposite hand) are generally more
alarming than the actual pain (though my thumb was throbbing for the next 2
hours), so it scared the living sh**T out of me and i shrieked like a baby pig. again, steve’s laughter rang out across
the quonset hut, knowing exactly what i must have done.
that episode was quickly dwarfed by the lesson on
sandblasting. my favorite moment
so far. steve uses a sandblaster
to impart a subtle finish or texture to metal sometimes (and has used it
frequently on watercolors as well as on glass). it’s a big tub on a cart connected to an air-pressured hose,
like the kind you see the evil pesticide sprayers using. he buys silica sand to fill the tub,
which is apparently pretty bad to inhale.
“so, first,” he says, “you need to wear this little respirator.” by “this little respirator” he means a
GIANT double-breasted (this isn’t standard terminology, but i’m goin with it)
respirator like you see in the biohazard labs during the movie hot zone. you’d think i’d feel right at home. well, he popped the bugger on and
tightened the hell out of it. i
could barely swallow and my upper lip was sweating uncontrollably within 4
seconds of desert heat. “now,…” he
says, “what happens is that the sand sprays back at me and gets all caught in
my eyebrows. then, when i’m
bathing or sleeping, it dribbles down into my eyes…. and i just HATE that!”
(now i’m laughing). “oooooo-kay” i
say. “so what i do,” steve
continues as he holds up a dirty looking, fluorescent green colored wad of
fabric, “is wear this little pillowcase that ruth made me, and cut a tiny slit
in for my eyes!” and he proceeds
to put the bright green pillowcase over my head, over the respirator, and pull the 2-inch slit right over my
squinting eyes. to make things
better, the slit is cut directly over the side seam, so the pointy part of the
pillowcase is sticking straight up like a cone on top of my head. “THEN,” he says, “you put on the safety
glasses over the pillowcase, and
headphones over that!” as soon as
we get it on, complete with my heavy duty gloves, i try to turn to look at him
(can’t really even move my neck because the respirator is so tight) and we both
start cracking up so hard we can’t get a single word out for 2 minutes. “okay!” he sarcastically cackles… “i’ll
be in the studio…. have fun out there!”
man, do i love him.
in addition to learning to use large machinery, i’m
learning just as much (or probably more) about all aspects of the creative (and
non-creative) process. steve has
one main goal for every piece he makes.
that is to balance three things: the CAT (concept, art, technique). concept is of
course the message he wants to convey and the themes, symbolism, meanings woven
into each other. the art refers to all the “standard stuff
you learn at art school” (i.e.
warms advance, cools recede, the eye is drawn to sharp
contrast…etc). and the technique is a lot of the hubbub i just
described above, the part that requires less active brain. steve says his biggest goal is “to
achieve a perfect balance between those three things... and i told ruth, when i
do, i’ll retire!” his fluency and lucidity
with each of those 3 things is overwhelming in itself, so i am still just
loving absorbing it all. every day
we sit and stare at one of our half-finished pieces, tinker with it, talk about
it, and tinker more. discussing
these questions (what works, what isn’t working, why is it or isn’t it)
literally feels like crack for my brain.
i absolutely love it. the
act of conveying feeling and affecting another being through an abstract medium
is so pure and reaffirming. and
wrestling with how that conveyance
happens gives you stunning windows into the human brain. my favorite writer, bob hicok, says it
simply in his self-written biography:
“I
write poems and stories. I have little faith or interest in my thoughts on
writing. Those who do a thing are often too close to be perceptive
commentators, particularly where love is involved. I love writing, maybe most
of all because it doesn’t matter, because poems don’t lift bridges or make
refrigerators shinier. The nakedness of the endeavor—just one person, sitting
at a desk, trying to express something they feel in a way that will allow
others into their mind—may be among the most human things we do...”
i dreamed of doing an apprenticeship with steve because, of course, i admired him so much as an artist (wouldn’t anyone kill to learn from him?!). but there was a more vague gut feeling i had, something harder to define than the art itself, but the entirety of the process, the whole of his existence and web of thought. i was ready to bank all my cards on this – just to be around him. i didn’t have much more of a tangible goal than that.
somehow, that was enough for him, and somehow, without
knowing what the hell an apprenticeship meant either, but believing our brains aligned
enough that this would work out, he has so far filled every undescribed
expectation i had, and more. i’m
just excited to keep holdin on and takin in….
will tell you more on life outside the studio soon…
j-tree is thus far all i’ve hoped it’d be… among many highlights, have already
met some incredible people out here, attended an open-air birthday party &
potluck for a 98-year-old woman, gone to a giant orchid festival, seen gillian
welch and dave rawlings put on a show to 700 people (you could hear a pin drop)
under a starry desert sky with wodsmoke and BBQ and tequila in mason jars,
awoken 4 times around 3am to coyotes so loud i can’t hear myself speak, hit the
double feature (straw dogs & contagion) at the desert drive-in (BYOPAB –
bring your own popcorn and booze), and befriended a lizard who lives with me
and eats my spiders.
now just itching to get my climbing hands on some of
those j-tree rocks!! looks like it’ll
be very soon…
I mean... YES! I'm so loving you right now. It's inspiring and fun-as-hell to read this all (feels more like listening than reading). And to feel you there. Those tools and machines are pretty bad ass. YOU are pretty bad ass, beautiful Alleyfriend. Beaming for you right now. Tell Steve he's the cat's pajamas. A TALL cat's pajamas. You love cats. And I love you. -Fo
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