Pamela Soldwedel Fine Abstract Sculptor
Words of Welcome from Pamela Soldwedel...
It was my father, artist Kip Soldwedel from whom I inherited my deep feelings for the sea. He interpreted his feelings in his paintings, as I am interpreting these feelings in my abstract stone, bronze and mixed media sculptures . . . capturing movements from the waters of life with contoured forms and fluid, sleek finishes. I intensify the finishes by adding contrasting details: carefully tooled striations and naturally coarse-faced accents, like wind-ruffled seas, eddying currents, churning ocean depths.
All are amplified when I symbolize emotional or physical trauma. Realizing that "where there's life . . . there's hope," I position the fractured parts almost back in place . . . offset just enough to expose the split, the glitter of raw, natural rock-face; yet able to see that the sections can be fitted back together. It is as though one may have been terribly wounded; but know that, regardless of the fact that one will be scarred forever, one's spirit, mind and body may heal to continue one's cyclical journey.
Actually, I appreciate this smooth-rough aspect, considering only polished smoothness to be too bland; not interesting enough. An exception is when I wish only to calm, to quiet as in the piece MANTRA, where the essence of the sculpture is tranquility.
As I sculpt, I'm engulfed by waves of buoying vitality and a stimulating sense of adventure. Each curve holds promise of illumination. This, in spite of the dust, noise and danger associated with my work. I am always entranced, enthralled. The spell continues until literally the very last, where I indicate tension by carving the sculptures so that they appear to balance on minute foot prints.
These footprints themselves have a special meaning: the sculptures represent life cycles, soaring from the pivot points that begin as the Human Mother. I then carve life's variations through loops that surge wave-like: up . . . down . . . in . . . out and around . . . then ebb back to the tiny foot prints, now the final resting place: the Earth Mother; or, as many do la Mer…somewhere on a calm day…into Mother Ocean. Like my father.
Perhaps the observer will share in my excitement by stroking my sculptures . . . enjoying the energy that accompanies creative highs; and, at the end, be soothed, understanding the peace I've found in these tactile expressions.
I have a spiritual connection with stone, inspired by its ancient life history. It was once very much alive. My goal is to revitalize its massive strength by transforming the seemingly immutable material into soft forms with subtle messages.
I am enthralled…
By this stone,
Awe-inspiring within its quarry face.
I lust for my great,
Power-laden treasure block.
I yearn to speak through glittering crystal-meat,
Opulent, hidden colors.
I crave to discover the particular wet-earth scent.
And yearn to hear its voice ringing beneath my tool's cutting edge.
I am thrilled by the challenge
Of its rough weight…
Of its danger!
Addicted to the exuberance
I've come to expect,
That takes me away
© Pamela Soldwedel
June 3, 2000
Abstract Bronze Sculptures
With my abstract bronze sculptures, I strive to capture the movement of the ocean with graceful forms…sleekly patinated or mirror finishes, contrasted for the most part by rough detailing, reflecting the traumas that interrupt life's harmony… like the wild tides that disturb calm waters.
And into blank clays.
Sensual shapes evolve
That were/are Us.
Precise encasements of heavy, white gypsum-cement…
Gentle envelopment by stiff-backed rubbery skins…
A twinning to glossy wax-self…
A housing within heavy, grained prisons…
And the pulses quicken…
As wax-blood burns away…
To be replaced by vital, fiery transfusions
As they are poured
From the green aur'd hell-pot
Of molten bronze.
The heart turns…
To recognize the Us
‘Til surgeon-torch melds
To The One.
Hammer beats…steel teeth chew…
Flame licks…acid hues
The feeling is expressed!
I can rest for now.
My sculptures have evolved into fresh new dimensions with my mixed media abstractions: joinings of layered stone and metal, plastics, glass, gold leaf and wood bring a multitude of aspects to my creations.
Joinings of stones, metals, gold leaf, woods, plastics, glass -
Help me express complex themes:
Midnight owl to daylight hawk, in silvered black stone.
Goddesses in silvered gray marble…speak in echoing swirls.
Passion pours from glass-slick, rough-edged granite,
In brilliant, scorching bronze rivers
That seem to melt in a core
Of fire-bright plastic.
The senseless danger of war is symbolized in rough, red-to-pink marble
With gleaming accents:
Shaped like a rooted tooth,
And with one staring glass eye,
Rimmed by gold leaf-----
There's money to be made from war…but at what cost?
A like message is conveyed
The slim, sleek, undulating steatite "skin"
Pierced by a large bronze splinter,
On its way to cutting into a gentle, heart-like stone form.
I've translated the bright gushings and spatterings of vital forces into vivid bronze:
The blood of innocents, slaughtered flagrantly for material ends.
Moment of Truth