t seems like only yesterday that I bought a bronze from my uncle, Grant Speed. I took it home and looked at it for hours. In fact, that evening I took a sleeping bag out of the closet and lay by the piece to turn it in the moonlight. My love affair with bronze had begun. Six months later (in October of ’90) I came home from work, looked at that bronze and said, “I can do that”.
Having made the decision to sculpt, I became the consummate pupil. I find myself in a constant state of research. I”ve realized, “One never arrives.”
My desire is to use art as a vehicle to inspire mankind to see the beauty of life. Artists’ are prone to leave emotional fingerprints all over their work; hence, when you look at my work, what you’ll be seeing are self-portraits. I love how shape, line and form communicate. Every line has a spirit and speaks volumes. Put a lump of clay in my hands and a short while later you’ll know exactly how I feel and physically see my soul.
As you view my work, take the time to step back a 100 years and find the spirit of the old west. Get in touch with that spirit and you’ll find it exists today as much as it ever did.
After viewing one of my pieces, I love it when someone says, “I can feel the bullet hitting him”, ” I feel like I’m on the back of that bucking horse” or “I can hear the thundering stampede”, because they’ve become active participants with the sculpture.
I owe a debt of gratitude to my parents, Del and Vergie Rogers, for all of their support in assisting me to know I can do what I set out to accomplish.
“Janette”, my love, my confidant, my partner in life, “I’m in.”.