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For the last several years my sculptural work has become largely kinetic and interactive. It is often witty, profound and provocative. Much of it seems to exist in the realm of the unlikely. These days, my mind is in a whirl, trying to understand how to make very complicated things appear to be smooth, slow and coordinated.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

FLIGHTS of FANCY - the Importance of Play













FLIGHTS OF FANCY - The Importance of Play

"Wisdom begins in wonder" - Socrates

Many great thinkers say that the best ideas come from mistakes or from just playing around. In our goal oriented society we often lose contact with the paths of play, creativity and self-led imagination. Three artists and colleagues, Virginia Fitzgerald, David A. Lang and Carl Staley come together with an unusual and stimulating collaboration of their work, each flowing from the importance of Play. Sometimes serious, sometimes playful and sometimes political, the work of these three artists leaves you with much to carry away.

OPENING FEBRUARY 23rd, 2012 at the AMAZING THINGS ART CENTER, Framingham, MA





Brighter ideas . . .


This is a new piece that has been brewing for a while. I'm not sure what the wood clamp was used for. I found it in the barn of an abandoned farm in Vermont on the weekend of David Brewster's 50 Birthday. The bulb is old, from the 1930's and will light and pulsate the nearer you get to it. I suppose I will figure out what it is all about at some point.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

"after Edvard . . . "


This is a detail of one of the new pieces going to the Boston Sculptors Gallery "Sculpture Scoop" which goes public at 5 pm on tuesday!





Saturday, November 5, 2011

"SCULPTURE SCOOP 2011"




"To have and to hold . . . " is a new piece of sculpture that will be at the Boston Sculptors Gallery this tuesday at 5 pm for a special fundraiser opening for collectors. Are you one of those fine people???

Monday, October 17, 2011

Duckweed . . .



Virginia's Fitzgerald's recent image on facebook "Photoaday" of two ducks brings to mind one of those extended moments as a 12 year old growing up on the north shore of long island amidst randomly scattered truck farms. There were several ways of getting to my friend Tom's house: cross-country or by walking the bendy roads. If the corn was taller then two feet, it was easier by road than cutting through the fields diagonally. Of course once the corn stalks had been stacked into tee pee type affairs and gathered in and tied about five feet from the ground, there were all sorts of other adventures at our fingertips. One afternoon I strayed a bit from one of my normal routes and it was along one of the bendy roads. That's when I discovered a seemingly abandoned and overgrown clay tennis courts just inside a stone wall and sure to cut my travel time in half. With one energetic bolt I was half way over the wall and still in mid-air, on the way down a perfectly executed arch, that in a fleeting moment of foreshadowing my future seemed to hang in the balance. As my feet penetrated the smooth clay court, which I was just beginning to understand as a deck of Duckweed, my life passed before me . . . I remember that moment to this day 58 years later as if it had happened but three minutes ago.


Thursday, October 6, 2011


Looking up with Amelia

Amelia and Paul are almost five now. They are two of my grandchildren. They look at everything, and they mostly look at things differently from the way I do, but not always.

A friend has been helping me clean and organize the studio for the past several months, so it comes with little surprise that I can rarely find things yet. She asks "is this Art, tools, an upcoming project or garbage?" "Wait a second . . . there have to be fifty categories either side of center in that line up!" The conversation is generally pretty much the same. So when she approached me with a tiny Lego Person asking where it should be filed, I held my ground. "Oh, him. I would like to put him on the second from the top shelf on the cabinet over there." . . . pause . . ."well that's where I got him!" Ok, let's stop right here!

When Paul and Amelia come to the shop, they always check to see that things are about where they remember them being the last time they were over. Important stuff, like Barbie doll body parts, toy truck parts, hand painted ponies that my friend Harriet made for me four years ago, and so on and so on.

Well, Mr. Lego, standing sentry duty from the second shelf down on the cabinet over there, looks at things quite differently than from Amelia's point of view and from mine, too. And he looks different to Amelia than he does to me. For Amelia the whole world looks quite different from three feet high rather than from my eye level. Mr. Lego seems to be off somewhere wandering the studio these days. He is not on the second shelf down from the top on the cabinet over there right now. But at the very least, he has taught me to remember to look from way down low, or from upside down or from any way other that the way that I normally would, whatever normal is for me! And therein lies a different answer, or at the very least a different question. Thanks Amelia! Oh, yeah, and Amelia brings me chocolate chip cookies!

Friday, September 30, 2011

Rack 'em up!



Rack 'em up! is a kinetic piece that I built several years ago. I am just now getting around to posting images of it. The tray slowly rocks back and forth and sideways giving free reign to the balls to find their position. In so doing, it creates a wonderful random knocking cascade of clunks. I hope to post a video of its movements soon.

Monday, September 26, 2011

"OK, Now What?" comes down this Sunday evening.




‎"OK, NOW WHAT?" comes down this sunday evening. It has been quite an exciting ride! If you have a chance to see it it is still open Wednesday through Sunday the 2nd of October. The attendance has been tremendous; kids, parents, relatives, engineers, writers, other artists and many new friends. Thank you for coming in and getting involved!

Friday, September 23, 2011

ONE WEEK TO GO!



"OK, Now What?" has one week to go, closing on October 2nd, 2011.

Attendance has been superb throughout. This young woman was photographing "The Play by Play" at last sunday's open studios.

Monday, September 19, 2011

OPEN STUDIOS WEEKEND in SoWa



One of the remarkable things that happened this weekend took place when a family arrived at the gallery mid-afternoon on Sunday. I was introduced to a former painter who had lost her sight several years ago. With her permission, I slowly walked her over to one of the kinetic pieces and ever so gently placed her hands in mine and over the the piece named "Daedelus." For a while I sensed that she was seeing the wheels, the moving parts and the paper wings as they moved under her delicate touch. I am not sure about what she felt, but I do now that only rarely have I been so moved . . . Thank you for enriching my life.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

HEY BOB and TWITTERING MACHINE




It just finally occurred to me that "Hey Bob, are you thee . . .?" carries such a strong resemblance to Paul Klee's 1922 image of "The Twittering Machine." I first saw this image at the Busch-Reisinger Museum at Harvard in 1965. I often think of it and refer others to it, but until I took the outer shells of "Hey Bob" off and photographed it in motion I hadn't seen the connection between the two works. Duh !


Friday, September 9, 2011

from this month's ArtScope . . .



David Lang: OK, NOW WHAT? Inventions, Contraptions and Flights of Fancy
James Foritano


I thought of Brancusi. Both because Brancusi’s driven essentialism reminded me, by opposition, of David Lang’s Byzantine indirection and because, after driving through hellacious heat from Cambridge to Lang’s Natick outpost, I deserved some high-flying reference to begin my disquisition.


Lang was no help. His references were Mickey Rooney, Monty Python and Rachel Carson. Hmm… Rachel Carson? Perhaps later.


If Brancusi’s iconic “Bird in Space” speaks of Modernism’s search for pure essence, David Lang’s post-modernism follows pure plumbing, the sleek guts of the essential. His kinetic sculpture lofts icons, wishes, perverse puns (not to mention various unmentionables) above a fantasy of copper wire twisted into a concatenation of crank-shafts, pinion gears, cams… which do, when the viewer’s body breaks a light-beam, actually grind into mesmerizing 3-volt motion.


Take the unforgivable “The Swine Flew.” In the crowded distances of Lang’s studio, you spot their white wings and, as you move closer, hoping against hope, three pinkly porcine bodies do actually take flight. Under feathered wings as flexible as wishes, gaping maws, and limbs rigid with ecstasy, they climb hillocks of air so effortlessly that they, and you, have forgotten the complication of engineering that underpins them. Until you move away, thus breaking the dazzle of motion and exposing the “machina” of these porcine deities: a scribble of still, copper wiring.


So don’t expect slick surfaces รก la Brancusi, or oodles of slick, modernist angst either. Expect yards of anecdote, tumbling back on itself until, leaning toward a speaker poised too casually against a cracker barrel, his audience, us, imagines, maybe hopes, that he’s lost his point in untraceable divagation. And then… it’s there.


Take “The Castinetti Sisters.” A syncopation of clams clap their shells, talking clam-talk as we lean closer to eavesdrop, and then we glimpse, within each clacking confine, a nude, reclining. The Castinetti sisters appear and disappear like an advert in neon against a night sky. Like that Renaissance guy’s Venus de Milo, all blond nudity, coasting toward shore forever, on the elegant flutes of a scallop shell, on a racing cursive of wavelets, breaking, breaking… but never arriving.


So take the Castinetti sisters, ya dummy! They’re available! Or, take those bedpans your approach shifts into tilting flight, but… watch out! Or take a listen to those authentic American voices in “Play by Play” as a crowd of vacuum tubes transforms to organ pipes sounding the lilting, urgent vernacular of old-time sportscasters.

Read the entire article in our magazine pages...

Monday, September 5, 2011

Jean Pratt




F
or many years now I have been in love with Jean Pratt. On thursday evening the traffic out from Boston was horrendous. It took me 2 hours and 40 minutes to get from the Boston Sculptors Gallery to my driveway in Wayland. I can often make the trip in 25 minutes. Getting TO the gallery took 1 hour and 40 minutes. Well, that morning the Boston Globe had an article about the show. Imagine my surprise when I walked into the gallery and standing there was Jean Pratt herself, having braved the same traffic. I was at her 90th birthday party two years ago; and here she is in her usual glory, all the way from Wayland to see the show! It doesn't get much better than that!!! Thank you Jean.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Daedelus, on the other hand . . .



This beautiful image was taken this past friday at the Boston Sculptors Gallery by Richard Olken during a rare 3minute interval while the sun was reflecting off the floor in the next gallery. As Daedelus' wings slowly lifted him skyward, the shadows projected onto the wall. It was another of those splendid serendipitous moments. Thank you Richard!

Friday, September 2, 2011

SouthEndPatch review

Here is a little teaser from a review in SouthEndPatch. To see more, click here.

SoWa Spotlight On: David Lang

Somewhat of a Renaissance man, Lang's upcoming show at the Boston Sculptors Gallery is not to be missed.

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Growing up on the North Shore of Long Island amid multiple truck farms gave artist David Langan unusual playground, from which he developed a passion for rummaging and a lifelong interest in old buildings, abandoned machinery and farm equipment. Lang and his brother learned early on that the possibilities were limitless for what could be made with their hands and a little imagination, fostered by a father that was part engineer, part inventor.

Combining a BS in Biology (Fairfield University) and some art schooling (Paier School of Art), Lang arrived in Massachusetts for graduate studies at MGH and Harvard Medical School, channeling his dual skill-set into the art of medical illustration. He went on to develop the Scientific Illustration Department at Harvard and stayed there until 1972 when he left to become the Art Department Chair at the Middlesex School. Lang retired from teaching in 2003 andopened his studio in Natick.

Lang is a watercolor painter, sculptor, photographer, writer, musician, flight instructor and stroke survivor. At the end of this month he’ll mount an innovative and unusual show at theBoston Sculptors Gallery in SoWa.

Patch: Tell us about this show--how did it come together?

David Lang: This upcoming show is primarily ‘KINETIC SCULPTURE.’ This all began after the stroke. I found it difficult to draw and paint for several years, but was able to conceive of and build mechanical sculpture. The wheels that appear in much of my work have come to represent the passage of time. Some are large, and others are somewhat smaller, but they’re all very delicate and quite elegant.

Much of the work is narrative and explores the unlikelihood of day to day events and celebrates the unexpected. For example, "The Day the Castinetti Sisters First Learned to Fly" presents five flying clams on exceedingly delicate paper wings that slowly open and drop shut suddenly, or "Hey Bob, Are You There?" which presents five barnacles debating the merits of staging an ‘evolution.’

I’ve been working on these themes for seven years now, and continually drawing from life experiences and the events that surround us on a day to day basis. Although I would not have thought so, I have discovered that quite a bit of my work has a quiet political voice. . . . . . .

Sunday, August 28, 2011

TIMING IS EVERYTHING!



Alright Now, What are the Chances . . . ?

In 1956 and 1957 I had a summer job working for my dad at Sigmund Cohn Corporation in Mount Vernon, NY. He was chief engineer. They specialized in Fine Wire and Pecious Metals. During one of those summers I was an assistant draftsman. One of my projects was to design the box that contained the company logo for the box that spools of gold plated copper wire would be shipped in. 50 years later, in 2006, just barely into my studio in Natick, MA, I arrived one morning while part of the building was being vacated by one of the tenants, and glanced into the dumpster at the loading dock only to catch a brief glimpse of two of the very same boxes in the dumpster with another load about to bury them. It was perhaps a five second window!!! To further add to the saga, both boxes had my father's handwriting on them! I have used this wire in every piece of sculpture ever since. Truly, timing is everything . . .

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

and now back to "Hey Bob, are you there?"


detail without shells


detail with shells


Monday, August 22, 2011

Chris Bergeron's in depth article



Kinetic artist David Lang's work is always moving

Chris Bergeron/DAILY NEWS STAFF

Posted: 08/21/2011 12:00 PM

An artist with a feverish mind and patient hands, David A. Lang had been wondering what materials he needed to make a moving sculpture that would express his fascination -- maybe his obsession -- with "uncertainty, unpredictability and serendipity."

So he began bugging friends and advertising on eBay for bedpans.

In a Natick studio that resembles a cross between Geppetto's workshop and the Unabomber's cabin, Lang transformed five donated bedpans into an airborne mobile titled "Fleet" that'll float beneath a canopy of fluttering paper wings in his soon-to-open exhibit at the Boston Sculptors Gallery.

Instead of crafting a puppet named Pinocchio who thought he was a real boy, the Sherborn resident fashions machines that act like philosophers. Lang is an art teacher and flight instructor, a watercolorist and builder of high-performance sports cars who's been retooling himself as his own work-in-progress.

Starting Aug. 31, he'll be exhibiting 20 ingenious kinetic sculptures in "OK, Now What?" -- a show conceived in a place he calls the "realm of the unlikely."

Subtitled "Inventions, Contraptions and Flights of Fancy," it runs through Oct. 2. On Sept. 17 and 18, Lang will discuss his work at 3 p.m.

Lang described his sculptures as "accidentally profound."

"I try to remember to look at things the way my grandchildren do. You never know when and whether things are going to come together. Kids understand that everything connects to everything else," he said.

To visualize Lang's kinetic sculptures, think, perhaps, of motion-activated whimsy.

Trigger the light sensor of "The Day the Castinetti Sisters First Learned to Fly" and a gaggle of clam shells begin clacking away, like sets of joke shop false teeth. Peek inside the shells and you'll see miniature images of Renaissance-era nudes, weirdly reminiscent of Botticelli's "Venus."

For a new piece called "Aphrodite," Lang has embellished a vintage electrolysis jar to suggest the Greek love goddess and hooked it up to the spark coil from a 1929 Ford. His friend Greg Paul has programmed a hidden memory card so when a viewer triggers a minute motion detector, a 20,000-volt arc current lights up the jar so it blinks out Aphrodite's name in Morse code.

Don't be misled into thinking Lang is just building walking, sometimes talking, Erector Sets.

Whether you call them kinetic sculptures or just "contraptions," they're animated by some personal concept, conundrum or knotty Zen koan that Lang wants to crack open like a lobster shell.

Lang said his sculptures "come together in the strangest ways," often originating from a friend's offhand remark or, perhaps, a curious object he found in a flea market or lying around his shop.

One work, "Hey Bob, Are You There...," was born from his fascination with barnacles, those crusty arthropods that attach themselves to other marine creatures or man-made objects.

For one of his most complex pieces, Lang constructed a small colony of barnacles from copper wire wound round a banana and duct tape. Then he and several friends recorded scripts of barnacles discussing the consequences of "staging an evolution" in Ed Bundy and "Married...with Children" voices.

Several of Lang's sculptures feature an audio element, often an improvised script he's written to nudge viewers into untangling life's little knots.

A sophisticated piece called "Play by Play" incorporates three levels of randomly programmed audio recordings recorded from the Internet -- static, old radio commercials and recordings of historic baseball moments.

After a viewer triggers a tiny motion detector, they might hear a jingle for Gillette foamy shaving cream, a burst of static and then announcer Milo Hamilton's euphoric account of Henry Aaron's 715th home run.

In 2004, Lang's life -- creative and otherwise -- became as unpredictable and improbable as his art.

For 30 years, he'd taught art, chaired the art department and directed the art gallery at the Middlesex School in Concord before retiring in 2003.

He'd planned to spend part of his retirement in a cottage he bought in rural Ireland making art when he had a stroke that inhibited his movements and fogged some of his thought processes.

As therapy, Lang began constructing sculptures by fashioning scraps of wire and metal into complex works that helped him recover his manual dexterity.

Now he builds by hand immensely complex pieces that initially resemble wheeled, wire wagons generally topped by some curious arrangement of "found objects," such as radio tubes, gutter spouts or toy flying pigs.

For Lang, the evolution from somewhat traditional painter to genre-busting sculpture seems part of a master plan.

"My paintings are stories in paint. My writings are paintings in words," he said. "All of my sculptures tell ambiguous stories that are open to interpretation."

THE ESSENTIALS:

WHAT: David Lang's "OK, Now What? Inventions, Contraptions and Flights of Fancy"

WHEN: Aug. 31-Oct. 2

WHERE: Boston Sculptors Gallery, 486 Harrison Ave., Boston

HOURS: Noon to 6 p.m. Wednesday-Sunday

ADMISSION: Free

INFO: 617-482-7781,

www.bostonsculptors.com