Do you remember when I wrote about the incredible bronze sculpture of the draft horse that is up at our Nevada County Fairgrounds?
Here is that story…
A VISIT! REALLY?!
I wrote the above article in June of 2011.
Well, a last month, I received this comment on the post:
Todd Andrews is my “little brother”. I live and play in West Palm Beach, Florida (head honcho of the Kayak Fishing Club of the Palm Beaches) and just found your site when I did a Google search for Todd and I want to thank you for what you said and all. I do not know if he has seen your site, but I am sending him the URL. He is right now working on some more big bronze statues. Again, thank you.
So, of course I wrote back…
I said that I had once bumped into Todd and had gushed at him about my love of bronze. He was very polite and said I could come tour his studio anytime.
Well, I figured he was just being polite so I didn’t follow up –
I mean, he didn’t know me at all and I didn’t know anyone who knew him. I felt odd calling Todd and making him make good on a passing comment. I felt like a Bronze Artist Stalker or something.
But now…. I had an opportunity!
So, I replied to David Andrews and gushed again. I told him what I just told you and David said that ‘if Todd asked you to come to his studio, he meant it’.
And the next day, I had an invite from Todd:
Hey, Hey Dawn!!
My brother Dave ran across your comment on the Gentle Giant @ the Fairgrounds and forwarded it, to me. Thank you for the wonderful compliments!! We are working on a few interesting projects right @ the moment and you are welcome to come out, for the nickel tour. http://toddandrewssculpture.com/directions.html
So, I went!
THE GOLDEN TICKET IN THE WONKA BAR.
With the invitation for the Nickel Tour, I felt as though I had won a prize!
Bronze sculpture is my favorite art form. I have a few little ones. But to be in a studio where the actual artist creates… well, that was incredible for me.
To begin, let me set this up for you.
Do you remember the first time you entered a real candy store? The wide-eyed delirious haze? The smells, the colors, the overwhelming selections…
Well… that was me when I walked into his studio. A kid in a candy store.
There was so much to see – everywhere – I was reeling.
THESE PHOTOS DON’T DO IT JUSTICE.
I’ll try to explain my first impressions because my little camera didn’t capture the wide angle volume of creative genius before me. You had to be there.
— It started at the driveway.
Everywhere I looked, there was a piece of sculpture sitting around – beside the driveway, on the patio, settled in the bushes, sitting on the rocks – everywhere!
Clearly I was at the right place.
As I left my car and approached, I saw 4 apprentices and the grown man, who I figured, correctly, was Todd.
With a warm smile and an easy likability, Todd welcomed me. However, he was mid-sentence giving instructions to his apprentices so I just listened.
The Apprentice who looked like he came from a Southern California beach was working on a larger than life-sized human hand. The local looking kid was working on the other hand and a one-of-a-kind iron table. The neighborkid looking kid was taking apart a seat on the jalopy dunebuggy artist’s contraption Todd was ‘fixing up to take to Burning Man this year’. The other apprentice who looked like an art student, was up on a scaffold, working on a clay human form that was 10′ tall.
All of the apprentices were happy. A good sign.
TODD OBVIOUSLY KNEW WHERE EVERYTHING WAS… AND HE MOVED THROUGH LIKE A DOLPHIN IN THE SURF
Todd invited me into his studio and this was when my mind couldn’t catch up with my eyes. There was so much to see and comprehend, I couldn’t.
Every thing, every shelf, every spot on the wall, every space on the floor was taken up by something used to create art, or a piece of art itself.
I was in heaven.
As I kept tripping physically and mentally because there was just so much stuff, Todd breezed through with the grace of a dolphin in the surf.
He pointed out this and that, told me a special story about every item and moved on so quickly, I couldn’t take notes. I could barely keep up. I just wanted to walk through slowly and absorb it all, like a museum.
But, that would have been rude and taken several days so I kept up…
I’ll try to impart the little stories that related to the pieces of art he showed me to the best of my memory.
HERE ARE SOME STORIES…
A FABULOUS HOUR IN WONDERLAND…