HOME: GETTING OUT

Getting Out by Peter Goff

I know my brother's work when I see it. Even if I don't know which piece is his beforehand. It has his mark all over it. Simple, three dimensional, usually a pointy piece somewhere, airy. Detailed, but so much room for the imagination. Whimsical.  To see his art is to feel my soul leap. He, through his creations, reminds me of childhood.  And childhood was good. Great, even.

chew-drive-comb (Peter Goff 2008)

The man is ingenious. Was so as a child, too. He made a go-cart (that rolled stinkin' fast) out of found materials--wood pieces, ball bearing wheels, string steering device. Flash forward 17 or so years, to his art studio, during his MFA work. Meticulously deconstructed found garbage, perfectly ordered and organized in bins (almost engineer and scientific), waiting to be twisted, tweaked, tuned, poked, and pinned to blank canvas, the white wall, to be recreated into colorful objects, and adored, even the shadows playful and delightful. 

chew-drive-comb detail

Tonight's show: "Home, a group exhibition consisting of nine artists, all whom have Arkansas roots.  The artists were given one month and asked to make art in their chosen medium based on the word "home." Arkansas Newswire.

the ladder so long

And, see, Pete reminds me of the best of home...I stare at his monochromatic textured pointy roofed house. I am 33 now. 1000 miles away from Pete. He has a family now. Me too. The title so telling. The ladder so long. The home so mobile. 

a gift to me from Pete

* Peter Goff's website: http://www.petergoff.com/isthmus%20H.html