I am looking for a place to loan the Hippocampus and Unicorn where it can be enjoyed by people. Both pieces are also for sale.
For the Hippocampus (Seahorse) it needs a protected space – an office lobby will work, a vineyard tasting room, an event space, a covered patio in a semi-public area.
For the Unicorn (Twilight Anima Rising) outdoors is just fine, a spacious garden setting, field, or lawn is ideal.
These art works have been on display and enjoyed by people in such places as Google Headquarters in Mountain View, Burning Man Headquarters in San Francisco, Russian River Vineyards & Corks Restaurant, Manzanita Restaurant, Treasure Island Music Festival, and more.
Seems silly to put them into storage or on my land where no one will see them. I’d appreciate your help connecting them with a new temporary or permanent (they’re for sale) place where they can be enjoyed.
Contact me through this website or call 415-515-7995.
ps. Also looking for a safe display space for one of my earlier works, a paper mache horse head that hangs on the wall. Also taking offers. Being an artist requires way too much storage!
Wonderful creatures, the sea horses. Ride the waves into deep waters. Pulling chariots or dancing in sea foam, these horses have captivated our imaginations for thousands of years. One of the earliest Grecian relics was a seahorse. Hippo is Greek for “horse” and kampos means “sea monster”, and its the name I use for these majestic beasts.
These large wall sculptures are perfect alone or combined with Kraken.
Sea horses… ride the waves into deep waters. Pulling chariots or dancing in sea foam, these horses have captivated our imaginations for thousands of years. One of the earliest Grecian relics was a seahorse. Hippo is Greek for “horse” and kampos means “sea monster”, and its the name I use for these majestic beasts.
Hippocampus was first seen at Burning Man in 2002 and was a thematic piece for that year. It was my 3rd sculpture to put on the Playa. It also was put on display at Google HQ in Mt. View for a few years, at Burning Man Headquarters on 3rd street for a few years, and at Russian River Winery for a few years. This sea horse has been to quite a few festivals as well, including Treasure Island Music Festival, Decompression, and more.
Twilight Anima Rising emerged in a dream, apparently tapping into the collective unconscious before the surge in popularity of the unicorn, debuting at an event of 60,000. Why now? Why this unicorn? Humankind has always been looking for the magic bullet, and the unicorn’s horn was said to cure every illness, and to purify poisoned water… so knights and kings went chasing unicorns for centuries in the Middle Ages. (It’s nice of the Nordic travelers to give them norwal horns to egg them on.)
This unicorn rose up out of the earth itself, with hundreds of tiny reflective mirrors on its horn – as if to say – “is this what you are looking for? What is the magic in this horn? You are.” For its only us who can solve the world’s problems, turn our poisoned waters clean again, and cure the illness we bring to our land. And the time is now.
Who in their right mind would make a 10 foot high unicorn at a time when unicorns were hugely unpopular? (Oh, I heard about it, I spent 12 hours mudding this creature… and had tough men as new convert unicorn lovers.) This kind of message isn’t what you would call popular, not 15 years ago. The time is now to recognize there are no panaceas. We have to face the shadow of humanity and our relationship to the earth, right now, ourselves. We can’t expect miracles to save us and magic horns.
And, unicorns are finally cool again. As they should be. They’re a very potent and powerful archetypal energy!
Did I mention how I got involved making sculpture at Burning Man? When I moved to San Francisco in 1999 I heard about this fantastic art festival, and, determined to go. I was completely blown away by the levels of creativity I experienced, a place where people “made anything out of anything”. I decided right then and there I’d make something, too.
One of my original horse sculptures was the Pegasus, which is either flying out of the ground or sinking into it, depending who you are talking to, their mood, state of mind, and whether they tend to see the glass is half full or half empty:
So you heard about how I got inspired to make sculpture. I jumped right in with this one, the first in my horse series. (I made one other smaller sculpture first, a rabbit). Yup, just jumped right in, it had to be big-ish. I say -ish as its big by any standards except at Burning Man. This is teeny tiny art for there.
In the story, the young princess is traveling to her prince’s castle where she is to be wed, carrying a handkerchief for protection with three drops of her mother’s blood, riding her magical horse Falada, who can talk. Along the way, her handmaiden watches the handkerchief fall from her bosom and float downstream, and immediately orders her to exchange outfits, so she arrives as the princess. Without protection and with her life threatened by the handmaiden, the princess, aghast, does as she is commanded. When they arrive at the castle, the “princess” orders the talking horse executed immediately for being such a nasty beast. She discards the princess to the lowest position, to tend the geese. The goose girl begs the butcher to hang her horse’s head above the garden gate so she can see it.
Each day as she passes under the horse’s head with her flock of geese, they whisper to each other “if only your mother knew, how her heart would break in two” is what the horse whispered back. Each day this strange behavior is witnessed by the goose boy. He is obsessed with her but whenever he gets too close, she whispers to the wind to blow his hat away. A couple weeks of this crazy nonsense, the goose boy takes his complaints straight to the king – this new goose girl is nutters and needs to be removed at once. The goose boy explains some of the strange things that have been happening.
The king summons the goose girl, and asks her to tell her story. Because she is under oath, she cannot. So he tells her to go tell it to the old black stove downstairs just to get it off her chest. So she tells her story to the stove, all the while the king is upstairs listening at the stove pipe. He learns of her true identity!
He has her bathed and clothed in the finest robes, and invites her to the dining table that night. At this table, the king asks the “princess-handmaiden” what should be done with a servant that turns against their lord and lady. She says such a servant should be stripped naked and placed in a barrel full of spikes pointing inward, and dragged around town behind a horse. And so this was done to the handmaiden.
Pretty gruesome tale! Perhaps it resonates with you in some way? Fairytales often resonate with collective unconscious energy, the parts of so many of us who feel we must mask our true identity to survive… wishing we’d be recognized for being special, our true selves, being invited to the feast. It describes a healing journey many of us go on, seeking how to find a way to be who we really are. Or at least that is one layer I see at the moment. Perhaps it means something entirely different for you.
The doubly strange aspect is this scenario was featured in my dreams as a child, long before I remember reading of it in Grimm’s Fairytales. In a reference to my repetitive dreams, the horse’s head was nailed to a tree, which is represented by the bark on this trophy mount.