My Personal Gremlin by Richard Arfsten
My Personal Gremlin - cast metal. All day long and into the night this spirit follows me around and hides my tools, my glasses, my cell phone, my keys, whatever I pick up. There are two related pieces in this series. The other is the opposite of this one. It is my good spirit that helps me find and rectify all the troubles and gives me good advice. I think it is a composite of my dead ancestors essences. My grandmother told me to "learn to listen to the bird", when I was a small boy. "What is the bird"? "It is the good voice that whispers in your ear. There is also a bad voice that talks to you from the other shoulder. Do not listen to that voice." This gremlin is that bad spirit.
This is my earliest, most personal and valued piece. It is one I would never sell. Unfortunately I have discovered it is missing along with several other prized pieces. I am trying to organize, photograph and catalog my life's work on this site. I am not exactly neat and tidy. The part that really hurts most is that it is most likely a family member who had a key to my studio and has died. He must have thought I gave him permission to help himself to my serious work and pass it out to others. Years ago I told him he could take a couple of my smalI $20 knick knack cheap stuff that I sold at Art Fairs and give it to his wife. I hope this misunderstanding will rectify itself. I guess I am too trusting and naive. I must be a stupid old man.
This is my earliest, most personal and valued piece. It is one I would never sell. Unfortunately I have discovered it is missing along with several other prized pieces. I am trying to organize, photograph and catalog my life's work on this site. I am not exactly neat and tidy. The part that really hurts most is that it is most likely a family member who had a key to my studio and has died. He must have thought I gave him permission to help himself to my serious work and pass it out to others. Years ago I told him he could take a couple of my smalI $20 knick knack cheap stuff that I sold at Art Fairs and give it to his wife. I hope this misunderstanding will rectify itself. I guess I am too trusting and naive. I must be a stupid old man.