


I've worked with toy soldiers before, and so have hundreds of other artists. I've seen people make everything from oil cans to dollar bills using these same toys, and there's a reason: we're at war. It makes sense to react to it. The challenge for me is finding new, exciting ways to transform the men into something new, and to choose imagery that will be powerful. I like to make simple metaphoric analogies by juxtapositioning deliberate images. I also use puns as ways to double my message when possible. The most simple solution is also the most poignant, easily solvable yet perfect and unforgettable.

Toy soldiers represent so many real things and I don't use them lightly. I think it's amazing that they're given to kids to stick in their mouths and melt with matches and eventually lose in the yard, all the while pretending to fight a war like their fathers and granddads did. These days, it's impossible to believe that any children would want plastic soldiers that don't even talk or move, with no cool guns or vehicles. A bag of these would constitute the worst Christmas ever. After the first Gameboy came out, you'd assume that these kinds of things would have stopped being produced, yet still they keep coming from China. My guess is that enough artists are using them to make their import economically viable. Once Bush leaves office maybe they'll disappear.

When I was little, I played with legos. When I look at toy figures, I see miniatures, not playthings. When I think about war, I am frustrated. When I make art, I address my frustrations. Governments take soldiers and use them to make things. As an artist, I want to do this too. I feel that, by mimicking actions that you can't understand, you can learn a lot about the people that actually do them. Empathy can lead to solutions while apathy strengthens divisions.


My idea was to make a shrubbery completely from army men. It seems like a basic metaphor, but one with simple grace. It's a very succinct analogy with multiple layers of connotative value. Most importantly, it could be a powerful, instant image. The goal was to transform the soldiers into a Bush. Five groups of 3 soldiers formed the first sprouts; they were the covert special forces.

I used copper wire for every connection, wrapping and binding arms, legs, heads, and rifles. Eventually, the branches grew longer, splitting and spreading at random to become platoons and squadrons, battalions and brigades. The configuration came to resemble the tree outside my window in winter.


At this point, the reserves arrived, wearing green camouflage instead of the desert issue beige. They were bound with brass wire, which is the color of gold.

Seven days later, the bush had become green and vibrant.

The leaves each bear a pattern in the shape of the word CHINA, who's economy is blossoming as ours shrivels up.

Set atop my window ledge, the analogy concludes. A tree of war fills the gap in the skyline where the towers once rose. When I first finished this sculpture I set it on the table in the kitchen of my apartment, and in the low-light everyone thought it was a real plant, like a bonsai tree. The illusion was a success. If I can fool viewers whose minds need changing into believing that a political sculpture is a harmless houseplant, the initial stage for success is complete. I've developed a tool to infiltrate psyches. The viewer gets sucked into an interesting object, and comes to respect something that holds a message. What that message might be depends on them. A sculpture like this is not a judgement, just a metaphor.
This was a good start, but not enough. I needed to give the work context. I wanted to convey a message. What, after all, is the point of getting into the head of someone you disagree with if you can't make your point? Trying to discuss heated issues with someone who has an opposing view can be difficult, becoming loud and vicious. By quietly entering the mind of a viewer, an artist with a message can secretly plant a seed that might one day sprout into a new line of thinking.

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