|Edges of the Known Universe, 2005 assemblage||A Bevy of Beauties, 2003 hydrocal, glass & bulbs|
Like a spot in a meadow where the grasses have been pressed to the earth, still warm from the body of a deer.
Gordon Ligocki the artist as enigmatic and elusive as the work he creates. Gordon Ligocki the naturalist, formalist, sculptor, painter, writer, furniture maker. Just pick one; he is as accomplished in one as he is in another. However there is one driving force that brings consistency to the many works he has created. That is, Gordon Ligocki is in search of beauty.
When viewing or should I say experiencing a work made by Gordon Ligocki you can't help but think, this work is made by an artist that is at peace with the cycle of life, there is a respect for young and old alike, an equal interest with new and used, its all a part of a natural process where time controls the outcome.
Take for example the work entitled Emerald City, a wonderful construction that at first glance appears to be a city of some sort complete with streets, buildings, parks, etc. all seen form a bird's eye view or possibly from some sort of space craft. But at closer inspection one realizes the streets and buildings are all constructed from varying sized and shaped pieces of circuitry placed end to end upon a structure that when viewed form a distance resembles a slice from a world globe or maybe a slice from the earth itself. The work looks ancient, modern and techno all at one glance.
Or what might a piece entitled "Bottoms Up" refer to. The artist embedded bottoms of glasses and light bulbs from slide projectors into a bed of cement-like substance made to be about the size of a gift box. These familiar items all seem suspect to me, way too simple, way too familiar to be taken at face value. Whose pictures were projected with those bulbs? What toasts were made with those glasses? What was the life expectancy of the bulbs? Under what circumstances did those glasses break?
If you were to walk upon a path over the sand dunes, through the woods, your feet would leave indentations in the sand. Maybe you would come along a stump or log that you would sit upon to take a rest. As you take your seat you break some branches or scrape some decaying bark from the log as your body settles down upon its seat. The alterations you have made to nature, those marks, those clues you've left behind reveal your presence long after you're gone. Your intention was not to destroy or harm, only admire and revel in nature's beauty, understand the structure that holds this vast world together, to leave the wooded area with a sense of place. It's that instant when a person affects their surroundings, it's at that juncture that Gordon Ligocki's work exists.