
Well, it’s finally done. I have to say that I’m rather pleased with the results. As most of these projects go, they often turn into an ‘albatross’ and seem to take forever. I’m often to the point where I really hate them after a bit, but alas, that’s the creative process.
Often times, I need a motivator to finally get the piece done and often times that’s a gallery show. So here it is in all its glory at a great little gallery – the Anita Sue Kolman Gallery – www.askanita.com in the hood – Northeast Minneapolis.
Well, about the piece-
As you can see from the construction, it is much more than just a cello. Everything else is fabricated with the exception of an old metal chaffing dish for decoration and some store bought carved wood applique’s. The hull is bentwood pine over pine with a fair amount of wood putty and coats of paint. The masts are welded steel tubing painted a nice cocoa brown and distressed (as is the rest of the piece to unify it). The sails are steel with a thin sheet of decorative fabric. One of the hardest things to do was to distress that beautiful fabric since it was just so pretty right out of the store. It should be – 36 bucks a yard. Good thing the previous first pattern didn’t work out and this fabric was half price after Christmas. Also note that the figurehead on the bow is the ‘Christ’ from a crucifix and the child on top of the “Poop Deck” was a cherub (I cut off the wings- just a little too cutesy).





So, you got the basics. Now, what is the damn thing about? Well, I might have mentioned before that one of the basis of the Flying Dutchman legend was a Dutch captain by the name of Bernard Fokke. Granted, this is not the only start of the legend, but it is the only one I’ve found based on a real person. Besides, the name is conveniently a lot like my own. In fact ‘Fokke’ was a man’s first name (which like a lot of names, became the last name) and ‘Fokken’ means ‘son of’ just like Petersen is the son of Peter like it is in Norway. Anyway, he’s said to made a ‘faustian’ deal with the devil because he was able to make the trip between Holland to Java incredibly fast.
So, I decided to use this legend as a starting point. Frankly, the idea of a cello as ship came organically to me since I just happen think they look like ships as is. I did use the framing of the title as a way to look at other things that stick in my mind.
I thought it was a good way to talk about the roots of modern international trade-specifically how it changes societies and culture by the exchange of goods and just plain bumping into each other. So I likened the cello to the ‘high’ culture of the 17th century and the post renaissance ‘modern age’ of Des Cartes and Newton and far from the superstitions of sea monsters at the edge of the world. The sails are ‘fancy Dutch tablecloths’ – a metaphor for all the finery of the ‘Dutch Golden Age’. The dark side of this wealth and finery was that there were lands and cultures that were being ravished and robbed of their resources and people.
Cultural interaction makes strange bedfellows. Conversely, some cultures benefited from western riches, tools and technology that helped their ports grow into power houses. Some dictators were overthrown and some were created.
I think that the title of the piece “Song of the Flying Dutchman” caries with it the beauty and romance of the sea. Music also references the complexity in timing for navigating latitude and longitude at that time. In the end, I like the the idea that cultural interaction and trade is complicated and in essence never ‘makes port’ to come down on one side or the other.
Just like the Flying Dutchman.
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