The little art studio built on a mountain of dreams and rivers of vision.

Colorful and bold wall sculpture of Kevin Doberstein goes international. 3 dimensional sculpture with flair.

We have been working on this commission. It is a large wall sculpture with 3-inch cubes. There is a lot of interaction with the client with topics of size and design. 

And that is a good thing to have open communication between the artist and the art collector. At least, that is what I learned over the years. With a communicative line, you can make adjustments during the process that the collector wants to see. And we want a contented collector when the project is done and shipped.

"A happy collector makes a happy artist!"

And also, we want the collector to connect to the piece when they finally receive it. And for that to happen, they need to be overjoyed when they open that crate. 

And this piece was of the Bold Neato Geo genre. Generally, a mix of bold colors and geometrical shapes suggests playful but intriguing art. Sometimes this world gets weird, especially of late. Bold Neato Geo was created to release from daunting things and have some fun. 

Why do art collectors collect art?

The sometimes puzzling question for the visual artist is trying to understand the psyche of the art collector. Art collectors collect art to reveal their personalities. Some acquire one particular style and others many different genres. 

Cubism Sculpture Characteristics.

What a play on words. Cubism abstract and large actual cubes used in the sculpture. I enjoy creating these assemblages of sculpture. With its multiple parts, you can build a piece that flows and tells a thought-provoking story.  

What is the difference between wood carving and sculpture?

Do you know there is a difference between a sculpture and a carving? A sculpture is created by adding sculptural pieces to build a finished piece. And a carving is created by taking away material to create a concluded artwork. 

I have been calling the carvings that I create sculptures. I bad, not following the rules. All I need is the grammar sheriff knocking on my front door and whipping me with a bullwhip of prepositions. 

But like a desperado, I will ride along the border of improper use of words and long-windedness.

Tales of the High Desert. Cappuccino and Sheriff Arlo Colt.

Cappuccino looked at the shiny hawk in his hands and felt relieved.

He walked over to the rocky ridge and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always loved the mysterious high desert with its decaying, decomposing dry. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel vagabond.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sheriff. The man was a controlling brute with wide eyes and gnarly fingers.

Cappuccino gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a desert gypsy, humble, espresso drinker with spiky eyes and charming fingers. His friends saw him as a lonely, long lover. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a cold injured bird.

But not even an expresso-lover person who had once jumped into a river and saved a cold injured bird was prepared for what Sheriff had in-store today.

The clouds danced like rampaging lizards, making Cappuccino happy.

As Cappuccino stepped on the ridge and Sheriff came closer, he could see the hungry smile on his face.

Sheriff Colt glared with all the wrath of 5540 creepy rabid rabbits. He said, in hushed tones, "I can take you with my Sharpes, but I want you alive. I want to see the look in your eyes when I read off the proper use of nouns and their meanings, boy."

Cappuccino looked back, even more, nervous and still fingering the shiny hawk. "Sheriff, I didn't know about the sculpture and carving thing," he replied. "I didn't know they were different"

They looked at each other with vengeful feelings, like two massive, melodic maggots singing at the saloon, which had piano music playing in the background and two ruthless banditos drinking to the beat.

Cappuccino regarded Sheriff's wide eyes and gnarly fingers. "I swear, I didn't know!" revealed Cappuccino with a delighted grin.

The Sheriff looked crazed, his emotions blushing like a large, plump tomato on a chef's salad. The Sheriff exclaimed "nobody misuse words like that and gets away with it!" 

Cappuccino knew his only escape would be to ride over the rocky ridge and head north into the badlands. The sheriff Colt said under hushed lips "I will find you, boy, I will make you pay with nouns and pronouns!"

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