Sculptural Fabrications of Story and Place
by John Watrous, December, 2000
1st to Mar 15, 2001
Santa Rosa Junior College Art Gallery
has never been a significant inspiration for my work prior to this
show. Hover, having been a gallery director made me realize how
important knowing the person (the narrative) was to understanding the
work. I often remember seeing notes, sketches and photos in artists
studios which added context to the work. For this reason I feel
compelled to relate the stories around my work. Taken as a whole they
might shed some light on the show and me. Some titles are more
geographic and some relate to my continuing interest in the invisible
parts of the electromagnetic spectrum. Several are inspired by
technical, collaborative projects with a friend who is an engineer.
of light is low in the gallery to discourage casual viewing and keep
the viewer in the space longer. Hopefully the time required for eyes
to adjust to the low light level, called dark adaptation time (see
below), cause slower viewing and will reveal more and more
information in the work over time. I am also attempting to eliminate
ambient light and am only subtly marking the limits of the space.
I am also
using a new kind of light for galleries. Light emitting diodes or
LED's have become available fairly recently for projected lighting.
The 20 fixtures and almost 200 bright, white LED's are prototypes for
future gallery lighting. The total energy used by lighting in this
show is far less than one, standard gallery lamp. I used Sloan
SL905WC-13 bright white LED's powered by 5VDC switching power
supplies through 90 Ohm series resistor networks which maintains
about 16 mA through each diode. Estimated life for the LED's is over
eleven years! The LED's emit 3700 millicandelas making the fixtures
I designed using ten LED's put out about 37 candelas, a standard
measurement for light output.
generally appear at coordinates 310x by 320y on the standard CIE
chromaticity chart, and have a color rendering index of 85 or
greater. Color temperature can range from 5,500°K to as high as
8,000°K, with a few odd samples going even higher. Generally, a
good white LED will have a color temperature of 6,500°K, which is
approximately the same as noonday sun at the Earth's equator.
... testing, diagrams
Dark Adaptation Time
first 15 minutes in total darkness you might think you're night
vision is fully developed, but no. Tests show that your eyes gain
about another two magnitudes of sensitivity -- in other words, a
factor of six in how faint you can see -- during the next 15 minutes.
Thereafter, dark adaptation improves very slightly for 90 minutes
practice, complete darkness is unattainable. Light pollution aside,
you need some light to see what you're doing. Astronomers have long
used a dim red flashlight because red light has less effect on night
vision. The reason is that in near-darkness you see with the "rod"
cells in your retina, and these are blind to the far red end of the
spectrum. When you see red light your "cone" cells are at
work; these are the receptors responsible for normal daytime color
vision. (You have three types of cones -- red, green, and blue -- but
only one type of rod, which is insensitive to red.) The idea is to
use the red cones for reading charts and swapping eyepieces, while
protecting the rods for the most delicate work at the telescope
...medical factors: rods (light)and cones (color )
Central Kinetic Installation
always liked to row. Once on the American River I took over for the
guide just because I couldn't just sit when I could row. My time is
limited on real rowing sculls, but I learned how delicate they are
learned how to get back in after falling out. There was something
about the rhythm, like a heartbeat that connected human to machine.
And the oars--how they do all the work including balance and how the
grips move inward together and apart. I like the whole thing--the
interface, the rhythm and being on the water.
And I like
the process of making a mechanical analogy for rowing. The gearmotor
and the vee beltsand pulleys remind me of the motorized prayer wheels
I saw at Odiyan. There is something about making mechanical
interpretations of inherently non-mechanical and even spritual events
I like and find indicative of this era. I love making art while
concurrently solving engineering problems which need to be solved to
see the art. And I loved working with my friend and fellow
artist-engineer Michael McGinnis without whom I would have had no one
to share my mechanical frustrations.
installation around the scull really belongs to both me and my wife,
Greer Upton. Without her theatrical insight and sense of space and
drama the scull would not have been seen on water.
lies just West of Corning about an hour from Interstate 5. It sticks
out into the Sacramento Valley so you can see farther South towards
Bakersfield than from any other point in the Yolla Bolly Wilderness
area. It's a great site for ham radio and that's why I ended up
there on a September weekend with my friend Glenn Elmore. He had
used the properties of this site to set a world record using etremely
high and little known parts of the spectrum years earlier. And it
was a nice place to look at the stars. On the way to Ball Rock we had
an event memorialized in my piece.
trailer we were pulling got away from us. By the time we assessed
the damage we were almost instantly saved by a stranger who pulled
up, after illegally driving across I-5 and asked if he could help.
We had lost our hitch pin and to our amazement, he had one and gave
it to us. Before he drove off I got his name: Troy, the "hitch
pin angel." The weekend was spend searching the ether doing ham
radio using frequencies little used by anyone, especially
Californians. We used 3 very high frequencies, thus the 3 section of
the piece. The shale in the piece comes from an incredible pile used
as the base of of '30's radio tower at the site.
Albert, not an uncle at all but a good friend who treats us royally
like an great uncle, invites my wife and I to upper Wisconsin in the
late summers. The geography is so different from what I am used to.
Birch bark everywhere--the inner trees dead and the bark lives on.
Thousands of lakes each bordered with forests and another lake
beyond, completely introspective and without any visibile, high
altitude landmarks. I get lost without landmarks but always know
there is a lake just beyond. Albert loves the area and takes us on
hikes so we won't go home without sensing his special relationship of
the place. With so much water everywhere, I spend time canoeing and
attempting to row his single scull. Butternut Lake completely
freezes over in the winter so that the life around it when I visit
seems even more fragile and transient.
Kraus is a retired electrical engineering professor from Ohio State.
He also wrote 'the' book on antennas. But how I encountered him was
through my friend Glenn who had seen Dr. Kraus give a talk so
animated that he had passed on his enthusiasm to Glenn and then to
me. Kraus also wrote a book about his life called The Big Ear, for
one of his loves was listening for intelligent life in the cosmos
with 'big ear' radio astronomy antennas. His childhood had parallels
to my own. But the story he told about inventing the helical antenna
(the kind now used on satellites) became the most important for me.
When he was a young teacher he asked his senior colleagues if they
thought the helix might be used as an antenna. They quickly told him
that they had tried and it didn't work. Unconvinced, but not wanting
to upset them, he started working on the idea at home. When he had
made it work and got it patented he said that if his seniors hadn't
been so sure it wouldn't work, he might not have even tried. After
making some helical antennas for a project I built this homage to
John Kraus and as a reminder to me about the grist often needed for
creative research. I wrote Dr. Kraus and got his permission to use
his story as an creative illustration for my students.
Gearhart is a Sonoma county rancher, working a few head of cattle
right in my backyard so to speak just 4 miles from where I live. If
you look due West from the Santa Rosa Plain you will see the
square-topped trees, a small group of redwoods just West of Al's
ranch. Al kindly let me and use a hill on his property for an
experimental radio site. It is unique since from it you can see both
downtown Santa Rosa and deep into the Atascadero valley where I live.
I used it to listen to the cows on his hill, send data at high
speeds and generally play in the ether, the invisible part of the
electromagnetic spectrum. Many treks carrying radio equipment up to
'Gearhart Ridge' have given me good memories about the place, the
changes seasons bring and how tramping around the high places gives a
better sense if place.
the Oaxaca plateau sits this ancient Mixtec/Zapotec site. I like the
slow drive up the switchbacks to the hill, separating it from the
town below. I've been there twice and each time I am drawn to the
Observatorio, a large structure at one end of the grand open area
facing Southwest. Locals can't say why the Observatorio faced the
Southwest or what stars the ancients were drawn to and that mystery
is another part of the fascination for me. I stood beside it and
took a Global Positioning Satellite waypoint so in case you need to
know exactly where the Observatorio is, I have it. Attempts by
earlier people to understand this Planet and our place in the larger
Cosmos intrigues me. The columns of Mitla influenced me even with
the tourist stuff almost hiding the site, the farthest South into the
state of Oaxaca I've been. The last time I visited Monte Alban I
overheard a Mixtec guide speak his language. What a kick to hear
Mixtec spoken here.
McLaren designed Lithia park as well as Golden Gate Park in San
Francisco. I've visited Lithia Park often (once as solace from work
stress) and enjoy how it grows organically up the creek starting
right at the Ashland, Oregon, Shakespeare Festival buildings. But
that Sycamore Grove! It's rigid grid of 8 trees across by 8 trees
going up the hill--it's like a Christmas tree farm in the middle of
such a beautiful park. It draws me to it and I wonder why it's there
and curiously I like viewing the park from within its matrix altering
visual alignments of the park. I've talked people who work in the
park and they say the Sycamores are dirty and die young. They too
wonder about the grid and are replanting now with another variety,
but keeping the grid. I wonder why such a mechanical form exists in
this park and next to the Japanese garden to boot.
I took the
Odiyan tour. It was almost 20 years after they began construction,
but what an unusual place here in Sonoma county. About 1200 prayer
wheels, motorized with back up generators, running on pulleys and vee
belts, some the size of 55 gallon drums (those with a mile of paper
prayers inside). I likened the sound of the wheels purring and
moving their prayers into the ether to radio--invisible energy on
those wonderful bluffs overlooking the Pacific. I am attracted to the
physical action in the act of prayer and the process of designing a
prayer to be rolled up and hidden. I found websites where Buddhists
geeks developed ways to use hard drives as prayer wheels.
American or rather United States of America flag can be seen as a
simple handful of design elements: 2 rectangles some stripes and
stars. I became aware of this while using a flag project in a class.
A few rearrangeable elements encourages interpretation. I have
enjoyed the tight limits and abstracting the flag from a 2 to 3
Opens to a
LED heart rhythm...interactive..just a little piece with a surprise.
I am drawn to electronics but without having to be plugged in to the
series of galvanized and copper collages using industrial materials.
I became good at collage while in college and grew to distrust
facility. I gave up on collage several times but keep coming back to
it. For a time I replaced gluing for taping and in this series I use
pop rivets and hardware. Starting with a format or size limit
encourages me to develop permutations of an idea.
10th, 1998 on a beach near Olympos, Turkey, I collected pebbles which
had once been the marble from the ancient town of Olympos, at the
foot of the Silk Road. Since then I have collected pebbles at
various sites as a way to remember places.