RIP: Russell Sutherland

Russell Sutherland

Russell Sutherland

I didn’t know Russell Sutherland at all nor had I ever communicated with him. But I know his work. One of my first exposures to a kind of origami art I didn’t even know existed was stumbling across Sutherland’s flickr feed and, from there, his website, Folded Expressions. I don’t remember how I ended up there, but I do remember that Sutherland’s site was my first pointer to Eric Joisel’s work, another fact for which I am grateful.

Sutherland’s origami busts, faces, and flowers—some constructed with paper and others with metal—immediately cracked my mind open. All at once I understood so many things about origami as an art, not just a paper craft. Origami could be rounded and shaped! Origami could be used to make faces! Origami didn’t need to be made of paper! Origami could be tiny! Origami could be crumpled!

"Crumpled Irises" by Russell Sutherland

“Crumpled Irises” by Russell Sutherland

His origami busts can be haunting, funny, regal.

"Talking Head" by Russell Sutherland

“Talking Head” by Russell Sutherland

His netsuke (tiny faces) are amazing as handiwork and artistically rich.

Various netsuke by Russell Sutherland

Various netsuke by Russell Sutherland

His metal origami faces are technically innovative but more than experiments:

"Industrial Clown" by Russell Sutherland

“Industrial Clown” by Russell Sutherland

Sutherland’s site is aptly named. His folds are, almost without fail, expressive. Seeing his work I appreciated, for the first time, origami as an art that couldn’t be distilled into diagrams in the same way paintings resist being duplicated with outlines and numbers or a good meal goes beyond any written recipe.

I am enthusiastic about origami, but unlikely ever to be even an average craftsman, and never a real artist with paper. In a strange way probably only sensical to those who suffer from a similar failing, I am also grateful that Sutherland’s work obliterated any vague notion that origami might be my art. Sutherland’s work was the first that let me relax and not worry about being “good” at origami. I knew I would simply never be that good; origami became, for me, a craft I could simply enjoy for what it was. Sutherland, like Joisel, was an artist whose work I admire all the more fully because I have no intention (or pretension) to equal…his work stands on its own as art that crosses a variety of boundaries.

Image credits: head image from havepaper; all other images from Folded Expressions.

Reading Log: The Merchant of Venice

"Studies for Shylock" (Richard Parkes Bonington)

“Studies for Shylock” (Richard Parkes Bonington). Wikimedia Commons

The Merchant of Venice inspires many questions, not least of which is both who is the play actually about and who (or what) is that person really? The “merchant” of the title is Antonio but it’s hard to imagine anyone seeing this as a play about anyone but Shylock. I’d bet most people who haven’t read the play (and probably many who have) think of the title as referring to Shylock.

And what are we to make of Shylock anyway?

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Losing My Therapist

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POV I: A few weeks ago I lost my therapist. Worse, I discovered she had passed well after the fact when a friend-of-a-friend mentioned she might apply for her vacant position.

POV II: A few months ago, during a self-imposed trial separation, my therapist broke things off with me. “It’s not you,” she said, employing the kind of therapeutic cliche she rarely indulged in, “it’s me.” She needed to do something new. She couldn’t be the person she needed to be and still be with me.

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Reading Log: Romeo & Juliet

CC licensed image by Emerson Ultracik

Romeo is an intellectual, impetuous, mercurial, idealistic, violent, love-sick man-child. In other words, he’s a smart teenager. He loves Rosaline ardently, or so he thinks, until he finds what is undeniably true love–or a kind of true love–with Juliet.

Adolescents are constantly trying to figure out how to be. When Romeo kisses Juliet for the first time, she notes that he kisses “by th’book.” What he feels at that moment is something that he has read about but that leads to a love he feels rather than one he has been trying on as it appears has been the case with Rosaline.

I understand Romeo because I’m not sure I ever stopped being some version of him. I suspect Romeo resonates with so many people because they are either eternally man-children, like myself, or some part of them wishes they were even as they are wincing while remembering the constant raw-nerve feeling of youth.

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