Holly
Russell sees beauty in other people's
garbage. "I
give life to discarded things," boasted
the 5-foot-10, fair-skinned sculptress,
grinning at her God-like proclamation.
From the way she talks about her "creatures
with souls," you might think she
actually believed she had that power.
Dispersed
throughout Russel's weekend home and barn/studio in
Washington, Connecticut, which she shares with second
husband Jack Rosenthal, President of the New York Times
Foundation (they married in 1986), are box like bodies,
cross-hatch spines and wedge-shaped skulls with unexpected
perforations. Furniture includes wrought iron sconces,
camshaft tables and horseshoe chandeliers.
Glickman,
a former colleague of hers who opened the high-end
antique
shop Duane in TriBeCa two
years ago, sells Russell's functional art. The
artist "looks at objects in new ways," he
said, and industrial tables and lamps become elegant.
(One table in his shop sells for $4,800.) Similarly,
birds made of steel look gentle and light.
Joan
Talbot, 79,who lives next to Russell in Connecticut,
admires
Russell's craftsmanship. "She finds
rusty things and welds them together in a way that
suggests something--a mood, a person, an animal,
a grotesque creature," explained Talbot, whose
late husband William, also a sculptor, has work
on display at the Whitney Museum of American Art. "It's
a strong statement of how she thinks and feels
in more articulate terms than words," she
added.
Friend
Randy Kocsis, a psychotherapist also from Washington,
said
she believes viewers form a relationship
with Russell's work. "Holly's self expression
becomes something everyone can relate to and touch
and hold," Kocsis said.
Each of Russell's creations, which take anywhere
from five hours to five weeks to complete, is composed
of objects to which--even if she can't identify
them--the artist feels connected. Russell may spend
up to a year looking for the arms or legs for a
half-built body. She often finds usable objects
at unexpected times.
Kocsis
recalled a trip to Martha's Vineyard during which
Russell
took to a huge hunk of metal. ("Nothing's
too heavy for her to cart," joked Kocsis.)
The two women hauled it into the back of Russell's
car, took it on the ferry and drove it back to
Connecticut.
"People thought we were crazy," laughed
Kocsis. Eventually, the piece became the head of
one of Russell's creatures. "Holly relates
to a moment or an emotion in a way that's very
genuine," explained Kocsis. "That's how
she finds her art."
While
Russell wasn't always a junkyard collector, she
maintains she's
been "rescuing" things
throughout her life. By the age of 23, Russell
was already mother to "a couple of birds,
dogs and cats," she said. Where did she find
these neglected pets? In the same places she finds
scrap metal, she said. "When you look, they're
there."
She opted to pursue a social work career when
she graduated from New York University in 1968--the
same year she married her high-school sweetheart-
with a degree in English and philosophy. However,
Russell became a full-time mother when she gave
birth to Chris at age 23, and Andy 16 months later.
(The boys currently co-own Tanda, a hip Manhattan
restaurant.)
At
age 34 she left her first husband and went ot
work for Grey Advertising. "It was important
to me that, whatever I did, I did it on my own," she
said. Within a year, she rose from receptionist
to junior writer and, when she quit at age 50 to
pursue a master's degree in social work at NYU,
she was a creative director.
Though
she enjoyed her stint at Grey, she said, she
wanted to help
those who were under-appreciated.
Months into the program, Russell met and "fell
in love with" John, an 8-year-old "crack
baby" from an abusive foster home. She wanted
to adopt him, but she and her second husband agreed
it would be unfair to take in such a young child
at their age. Russell contacted the Children's
Aid Society and ultimately helped to find him adoptive
parents.
"I realized social work wasn't appropriate
for me unless I could adopt every child that I
met," she lamented and subsequently dropped
out of NYU.
However,
the undiscovered artist was about to begin a
new career. Around
the time that she met
John (with whom she still keeps in touch) Russell
rescued her first piece of trash at a Brooklyn
warehouse: a "light vault." (A what?)
You know, a rectangular iron plate covered with
bumps of glass ("to let light into the basement," Russell
explained). Try telling her you've never seen them
before. "You have," Russell insisted. "You
just haven't noticed them."
The
artisan envisioned the piece as a tabletop and,
acting upon her
idea, purchased legs and a
border from a metal shop in TriBeCa and gave DiLorenzo
Fabrications the pieces to weld together. However,
Russell said, she really "wanted to learn
to do the whole thing myself," and enrolled
in a welding class at the former Sculpture Center
in Manhattan.
"Within minutes I fell in love with welding," she
said. In what became an unintentional Rorschach
test, Russell recognized a forsaken scrap. "I
looked at its face and saw a little boy," she
explained. The sculptor began to discern torsos
and faces in the heap and realized her passion
was making creatures that "had souls." Many
clearly reflected her life. For example, after
constructing a metal "couple," Russell
said, she couldn't decide whether to attach them
to one base or two. "A single base wasn't
fair because the independent creatures should be
able to stand on their own," she realized.
The interactive twosome is one of Kocsis's favorites.
"They can look at each other, turn their
backs, hold hands . " Kocsis mused. Russell
maintains that she responds to the way the creatures
feel. "I move them around according to their
mood," she asserted. "They're really
nuts."
Not
all of Russell's sculptures are so playful, however.
Following
the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks, "I
created a monster," she says. The seven-foot
tall, 300 pound creature, which rests atop a metal
sewer cover (a Mother's Day present from her 30-year-old
son) continues to elude its maker. "I'm still
not exactly sure what it's about," she admitted.
She began construction on the floor of her studio,
where, in the midst of assembling metal parts,
she began to cry.
"It wasn't a sad cry," she explained. "It
was a petrified cry." She feared "whatever
it is in human beings that leads to that kind of
violence," she said.
Talbot
said she thinks the piece resembles a "vast,
threatening insect" and acknowledged that
the work "reflects the mood" of post-Sept.
11. Immediately after she built the beast, Russell
made one other creature: a bird.
Recently,
Russell and sculptor John Riedeman founded the
Six Dog
Iron Company to market her commercial
work. While she doesn't enjoy filling customer's
orders, she doesn't mind, either. "How can
you not make sconces for $3,000?" she remarks.
Her
invaluable creatures, on the other hand, are
not for sale. "Maybe I'll eventually stop
caring enough for certain creatures to sell them," she
said, then reconsidered. "But I can't imagine
that."
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