here are times when one simply has to ask the question of how art makes its sound. Does it sound like the flicking of a pen, the sloshing of a brush on a canvass, the sound of thick viscous liquid swirling inside an aluminum can? Or does it sound like the whirring of a motorized wheelchair on a floor canvass?
The stern and thoughtful man who was wearing a blue hoodie pondered carefully, locked in visions he was trying to grasp. Like things caught in a whirlpool of swirling water, he was fishing for the right move to encapsulate with the use of his thumb and forefinger. Armed with the right mixture of colors, he masterfully throttled on to the next gesture. He had to be careful, as there are had been many times when the wheel, the canvass, and his mind simply disagreed. With a stroke like Rembrandt, he then moves--confident enough that there will be a consensus.
Whirr, whirr, whirr, squeek, whirr, whirr.
He exhales, then looks back at the product of his strokes with the stoic encumbrance of a university professor cajoling his students (or his art) to present the right words or visions at the right time. He has was a thousand works like these, created in a moment of hinged ecstasy. Finally, he assented to the creation of a sparkling blue ocean--from nothing.
Tommy Hollenstein, has created art.
Armed with a mug of chocolate flavored oats and my own small-mindedness, I thought that wheelchair art involved decorating a wheelchair as one would prosthetic art. I am pleased in my wrongness, as it has opened to me the possibility of something far greater. In fact, Tommy Hollenstein has captured me with his work and imagination.
- The swirling nebula consisting of different shades of cyan, orange and purple.
- The orange leaping bullfrog
- The secret, sensual and quite exotic blue lagoon
- The atom, with its electrons, protons and neutrons
Apologies are due of course, as these words do not do justice to Hollenstein's striking work. He prefers to attach singular words to his work such as: "Expect", "Freedom" "Soar" or "Beyond".
In his words:
"My career as an artist began when I wanted to save a memory of my good times with my dog Weaver. I rolled my wheelchair through some paint and had Weaver follow me. I was facinated by the lines we were able to put down. And that led to my experiments with color." InfusionGallery.com