Left: The home/studio in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY. James Clark in studio with daughter Tessa and art.
A home and landmark.
History of the building as a school.
At the age of six, my journey in art began with no knowledge of the complexities that are involved in the creative process. In my youth, I was captivated by the geometric dynamics of billiards with the visual drama engaged from light illumination above the table. I was raised in rural Pennsylvania where vehicle travel is a way of life. When motoring, I reminisce about the light illuminating interior and exterior space, giving one the invitation to explore the content/context of the magical forms. Light is not a part of our life, it is the core of our life, the center of life's energy source. The language of light in the universe speaks on multiple levels reflecting and generating a unique dimensional conversation. One of natures many environmental light shows is the northern lights (Aurora Borealis), a rainbow of light in the night's winter sky. As a dewy-eyed creator this was a humbling and epiphanic experience.
In essence, I am on a sculptural search working with light. In my creative adventure, I am captivated with the magic of light's dialogue with form. Light takes a mysterious journey when it's illuminating, composing, defining, reflecting, refracting, bending, teasing the volume and mass. Light has a poetic conversation with materials that creates a meaningful symbiotic relationship.
|James O. Clark||