Reflections on my ten years as a sculptor
Allen with his friend, Mixie Reiner, in Haifa, Israel in March 2023
Come August 2023, I’ll have been a practicing sculptor for ten years. It feels like an appropriate time to consider how my decision to leave a social work career and pursue an artist’s life has changed the way I spend my time, what I think about, how my significant relationships have evolved and what I’ve discovered about the artist’s life.
It’s certainly true that I wanted to make sculpture for decades, but there were too many life commitments that made that impossible-a family to raise, work, extended family responsibilities and no real confidence about how to be an artist. Sure, I visited museums, read about the lives of artists, and dabbled in something resembling artmaking, but when I was finally given ‘permission’ by a social work supervisor’s suggestion to entertain the idea of becoming a sculptor, I had no idea where this decision would take me or how I would get there. Like so many adventures and risks I’ve taken in my life, I knew that I would find a way to make it happen (with the support of family and friends).
Making art is not fun. That said, there is no place I’d rather be than in my studio. I walk in and feel that time and space has been suspended. My affect changes and my focus intensifies. Working with steel is dirty and my hands inevitably pick up steel splinters (even though I wear gloves.) Making art is a singular activity, so I spend many hours alone with my thoughts as I grind away to fabricate and shape. While much of my previous work life was spent in groups- collaborating, compromising, organizing, strategizing-making art is solitary. By necessity, I’ve become more self-absorbed and self-centered, and it’s affected some of my relationships. As difficult as this change has been, I consider it one of the ‘tools of the trade,’ the price I’ve had to pay for making this change.
A famous Jewish thinker, Rashi, wrote the following: skill is what a person learns from others; ability is the result of one’s own insight and experience; knowledge is divine inspiration. I can think of no better description of the artist’s world-learning from mentors and peers; honing skills, both technical and emotional; and then unlocking magical moments of creating that come from nowhere/somewhere. For me, these ‘knowledge’ moments seem to come just before I wake up, when I work through a technical issue or envision a way to express an idea in sculptural form.
During my early years as a sculptor, I made sculpture fast and furious. Then I slowed down and started to make larger and more complex work. I’ve been honored to be in sculpture shows and thank all the curators who found my work compelling enough to show. Now, at age 74, I've decided that making and moving large sculptures isn’t feasible, so I’ve started to make smaller pieces, often with several sculptures as part of an installation. Also, I’m beginning to shift from art that focuses on themes of social justice to art that is more personal and soul-searching. I’m looking more inward for inspiration-themes about family estrangement, emotional fragility, resilience, and family history. I may not be able to devote as many hours each day to my studio work, but my commitment to the joy of making art remains undiminished!
It’s certainly true that I wanted to make sculpture for decades, but there were too many life commitments that made that impossible-a family to raise, work, extended family responsibilities and no real confidence about how to be an artist. Sure, I visited museums, read about the lives of artists, and dabbled in something resembling artmaking, but when I was finally given ‘permission’ by a social work supervisor’s suggestion to entertain the idea of becoming a sculptor, I had no idea where this decision would take me or how I would get there. Like so many adventures and risks I’ve taken in my life, I knew that I would find a way to make it happen (with the support of family and friends).
Making art is not fun. That said, there is no place I’d rather be than in my studio. I walk in and feel that time and space has been suspended. My affect changes and my focus intensifies. Working with steel is dirty and my hands inevitably pick up steel splinters (even though I wear gloves.) Making art is a singular activity, so I spend many hours alone with my thoughts as I grind away to fabricate and shape. While much of my previous work life was spent in groups- collaborating, compromising, organizing, strategizing-making art is solitary. By necessity, I’ve become more self-absorbed and self-centered, and it’s affected some of my relationships. As difficult as this change has been, I consider it one of the ‘tools of the trade,’ the price I’ve had to pay for making this change.
A famous Jewish thinker, Rashi, wrote the following: skill is what a person learns from others; ability is the result of one’s own insight and experience; knowledge is divine inspiration. I can think of no better description of the artist’s world-learning from mentors and peers; honing skills, both technical and emotional; and then unlocking magical moments of creating that come from nowhere/somewhere. For me, these ‘knowledge’ moments seem to come just before I wake up, when I work through a technical issue or envision a way to express an idea in sculptural form.
During my early years as a sculptor, I made sculpture fast and furious. Then I slowed down and started to make larger and more complex work. I’ve been honored to be in sculpture shows and thank all the curators who found my work compelling enough to show. Now, at age 74, I've decided that making and moving large sculptures isn’t feasible, so I’ve started to make smaller pieces, often with several sculptures as part of an installation. Also, I’m beginning to shift from art that focuses on themes of social justice to art that is more personal and soul-searching. I’m looking more inward for inspiration-themes about family estrangement, emotional fragility, resilience, and family history. I may not be able to devote as many hours each day to my studio work, but my commitment to the joy of making art remains undiminished!
a sculptural memorial to the victims of genocide completed in FEBRUARY 2023
After nearly twelve months of work, Allen completed his sculpture TREE OF A THOUSAND DEATHS: MEMORIAL TO THE VICTIMS OF GENOCIDE. The sculpture is made of mahogany and 54 plaster-cast hands. Fifty-two different people, young and old, offered to have their hand cast as part of this piece. Each hand was rubbed with soil and sprayed with a clear acylic spray. See below for photos and the description of the sculpture.
DIMENSIONS: 96” H x 96” W x 108” L
MATERIALS: Mahogany; reinforced plaster cast hands; soil; assorted hardware
Dedicated to: Raphael Lemkin-for focusing the world’s attention on the horrors of genocide
Samantha Power-for pleading with world leaders to respond to genocide
Toshinori Kanaya-for teaching me about the atomic bomb and forgiveness
Genocide has always been a part of the human condition. The paradigm for genocide was established by the earliest biblical stories. Consider the stories of The Flood and Sodom and Gomorrah. Each of these tales describe a genocide perpetrated by a God against humanity, cleansing the world of the unworthy, the unjust, the unwanted, the unsavory.
Most acts of genocide have been tolerated or ignored by countries unaffected by the heinous acts of violence, torture, and death. How does any country claim moral authority when it ignores and tolerates genocide anywhere in the world? Or fails to own up fully to the genocide perpetrated by its own citizens and military? Or blames the victims of genocide for what happened to them? Or remains silent when genocide is committed by its allies?
Here is a list of some acts of genocide-let’s say their names: The Holocaust against the Jews (1941-45); American Slavery (1619-1865); Hiroshima and Nagasaki (1945); Indigenous Peoples in North America, South America, and the Caribbean Islands (1492-2022); Ethnic Poles in World War II (1939-45); Cambodia (1975-79); Rwanda (1994); Armenia (1915-22); Romani (1935-45); Uganda (1972-78); Chechens (1944-48); Darfur (2003-20); Guatemala (1962-96); Australian and New Zealand Aborigines (1840-97); Myanmar Rohingyas (2017-22); Bosnia (1992-95); Ethiopian Tigray (2019-22); Yemenis (2015-22); Sackler Family and Oxycodone (2010-2022)
Tree of a Thousand Deaths honors the memory of victims of genocide by retrieving their noble lives from the soil that covers them. The life-giving sustenance we receive from trees hides a more sinister aspect: the soil that nourishes these trees is also a repository of ‘grim cemeteries of unmarked graves’ which holds the memories of the disenfranchised and the dispossessed, the helpless and the hopeless. Remembering and reclaiming is the sacred obligation of us, the living. As the sculptor, Karyn Olivier, says, ‘Soil holds history and holds loss and holds pain.’
DIMENSIONS: 96” H x 96” W x 108” L
MATERIALS: Mahogany; reinforced plaster cast hands; soil; assorted hardware
Dedicated to: Raphael Lemkin-for focusing the world’s attention on the horrors of genocide
Samantha Power-for pleading with world leaders to respond to genocide
Toshinori Kanaya-for teaching me about the atomic bomb and forgiveness
Genocide has always been a part of the human condition. The paradigm for genocide was established by the earliest biblical stories. Consider the stories of The Flood and Sodom and Gomorrah. Each of these tales describe a genocide perpetrated by a God against humanity, cleansing the world of the unworthy, the unjust, the unwanted, the unsavory.
Most acts of genocide have been tolerated or ignored by countries unaffected by the heinous acts of violence, torture, and death. How does any country claim moral authority when it ignores and tolerates genocide anywhere in the world? Or fails to own up fully to the genocide perpetrated by its own citizens and military? Or blames the victims of genocide for what happened to them? Or remains silent when genocide is committed by its allies?
Here is a list of some acts of genocide-let’s say their names: The Holocaust against the Jews (1941-45); American Slavery (1619-1865); Hiroshima and Nagasaki (1945); Indigenous Peoples in North America, South America, and the Caribbean Islands (1492-2022); Ethnic Poles in World War II (1939-45); Cambodia (1975-79); Rwanda (1994); Armenia (1915-22); Romani (1935-45); Uganda (1972-78); Chechens (1944-48); Darfur (2003-20); Guatemala (1962-96); Australian and New Zealand Aborigines (1840-97); Myanmar Rohingyas (2017-22); Bosnia (1992-95); Ethiopian Tigray (2019-22); Yemenis (2015-22); Sackler Family and Oxycodone (2010-2022)
Tree of a Thousand Deaths honors the memory of victims of genocide by retrieving their noble lives from the soil that covers them. The life-giving sustenance we receive from trees hides a more sinister aspect: the soil that nourishes these trees is also a repository of ‘grim cemeteries of unmarked graves’ which holds the memories of the disenfranchised and the dispossessed, the helpless and the hopeless. Remembering and reclaiming is the sacred obligation of us, the living. As the sculptor, Karyn Olivier, says, ‘Soil holds history and holds loss and holds pain.’
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INTERVIEW WITH ALLEN SPIVACK ABOUT HIS PARTICIpaTION
IN an ARTIST BEIT MIDRASH PROGRAM SPONSORED
BY JARTS COLLABORATIVE AND HEBREW COLLEGE
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HOT STILL SCAPE SCULPTURE FEATURED ON THE
COVER OF
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THIS SCULPTURE IS PART OF THE 2022 (13TH) FLYING HORSE SCULPTURE EXHIBIT AT THE PINGREE SCHOOL, SOUTH HAMILTON, MA
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DONATING A PUZZLE-PIECE SCULPTURE TO A PEDIATRICIAN
WORKING WITH CHILDREN ON THE AUTISM SPECTRUM
THE GRANDDAUGHTER OF A FRIEND DECIDED TO WORK WITH CHILDREN ON THE AUTISM SPECTRUM AND I WANTED HER TO HAVE ONE OF MY PUZZLE PIECE SCULPTURES
(THE PUZZLE PIECE IS THE LOGO FOR THE AUTISM COMMUNITY)
Allen Spivack featured in a Hebrew College newsletter
on student creativity in the arts
Hebrew College, located in Newton, MA, featured the creativity of its students in a recent edition of its weekly newsletter (May 27, 2021). As a student of the Meah program (one of its educational programs for adult learners), Allen has used Meah as a way to learn about Jewish history and philosophy as well as to (unexpectedly) find inspiration for several of his sculptures. Read the full article at: how-meah-unexpectedly-informed-my-artwork
Installing monument to lost gloves at
the mount-edith wharton homestead
lenox, massachusetts at the sculpture now! show
Allen Spivack and Lev Natan complete the installation of Monument for Lost Gloves
Installation at the 2021 studio without walls show
riverway park brookline MA
MATERIALS: Steel plate; round and square steel rod; steel pipe; computer cables; assorted hardware
DESCRIPTION: The Orchard in the Garden of Eden is unique-it provides a different kind of nourishment-the ingredients for life’s creation and the signposts that will guide our way. Some trees are luscious and in full bloom; others are harder to find, requiring that we search for them with intention and purpose. Trees are the perfect miracle of nature to be keepers of these values. Their roots descend into the rich, verdant soil seeking sustenance and stability. The canopy of leaves offers shelter, absorbing the toxins in our world. Miraculously, these toxins become life-sustaining oxygen! The trees command us: ‘Listen! Take in the world’s toxins and convert them into something precious.’ Tree of Truth, Tree of Souls and Tree of Secrets
Dedication: Robert Kaim and Rabbi Neal Gold for wisdom and inspiration
Bernie Gredler for unwavering friendship
DESCRIPTION: The Orchard in the Garden of Eden is unique-it provides a different kind of nourishment-the ingredients for life’s creation and the signposts that will guide our way. Some trees are luscious and in full bloom; others are harder to find, requiring that we search for them with intention and purpose. Trees are the perfect miracle of nature to be keepers of these values. Their roots descend into the rich, verdant soil seeking sustenance and stability. The canopy of leaves offers shelter, absorbing the toxins in our world. Miraculously, these toxins become life-sustaining oxygen! The trees command us: ‘Listen! Take in the world’s toxins and convert them into something precious.’ Tree of Truth, Tree of Souls and Tree of Secrets
Dedication: Robert Kaim and Rabbi Neal Gold for wisdom and inspiration
Bernie Gredler for unwavering friendship
The Orchard:Trees in the Garden of Eden
Tree of Truth
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Tree of Souls
Tree of Secrets
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VIDEO ABOUT ALLEN'S artistic JOURNEY AND HIS SCULPTUREs
(3 1/2 minutes)
Telling Stories In Steel & Found Objects
"When my ideas become sculpture, I can never be certain how the viewer will experience the work. Art is full of subtlety and metaphor."
"When my ideas become sculpture, I can never be certain how the viewer will experience the work. Art is full of subtlety and metaphor."
