These objects are the culmination of a lifetime spent working in metals. Both the pieces, and the experience of making them, are great fun! With a bow to the time honored principals and traditions of artistic composition, and a salute to my mentors*, I pursue the making of things in metal with great joy.
The machinery of our world, and of getting from here to there in particular, is very interesting. In this area humankind has been especially imaginative. I build on that creativity with my own imagining, making objects that are fun and functional.
Each piece is a wearable work of art. Most have moving parts: doors that open & close, wheels that turn, propellers that spin and the like. Many come with frames so that they can be displayed when not being worn.
Mark Eliot Schwabe
James Author Schwabe
James Author Schwabe, my father, gave me his work ethic, taught me jewelry making skills and gave me a joy for making things.
I was a dyslexic growing up in the 1950’s & early 60’s. This was before anyone knew that there was such a thing as dyslexia, and dyslectic children were generally thought of as lazy or stupid. Teachers and classmates could be quite cruel. The joy of making things that my farther gave me was a precious gift that helped me through those difficult years and beyond.
Today, every day that I work in the studio, I still use techniques that he taught me a half century ago.
Richard Stankiewicz & Mark Eliot Schwabe placing mold into position (just before pouring bronze into the mold) in Schwabe’s home made foundry at Albany State Photo by Charles Lysogorski c. 1971
three sculptures made by Richard Stankiewicz in the early 1970’s
Richard Stankiewicz, sculptor and teacher at the State University of NY at Albany where I pursued a MA in sculpture. He taught me to see and understand three dimensional form and composition; the value of this lesson can not be over stated.
He also taught me to weld.
I was his student assistant for two academic years.
Edward Patterson, PhD psychologist and clinical diagnostician, was a teacher at Waynesburg College as I pursued a BA in psychology. Fortunately for me, he was knowledgeable about the latest developments in psychological diagnosis at the time. One day, in the middle of his lecture, he paused, pointed his finger at me, and said: “your dyslexic” changing my life forever. I was no-longer “lazy” or “stupid”, I was now, “dyslectic.”
For this gift, I will always be in his debt.
I went on to take many classes from him and enjoyed frequent intellectual banter with him (possibly at the expense of my classmates who, perhaps, would have liked to get on with the class).
note: I was unable to find a photo of Edward Patterson (Waynesburg College professor in the mid-late 1960’s). If you know of a photo of him that I may use, please let me know.