• "When Turtles Flew"

    2007, Mixed Media
  • "Chord"

    2007, Mixed Media
  • "Through a Glass Darkly"

    2007, Mixed Media
  • "Eden's Gate"

    2006, Mixed Media
  • "Rivers of Eden"

  • "Elements"


Recent Articles


Altered Landscape


Landscape (oil painting), galvanized wire, low RPM motor, spring, nail, lamp cord
     The low RPM motor rotated a spring-loaded nail, which would pluck the galvanized wire which supported the removed portions of painted landscape... the pieces would in turn dance alternately.
     This piece is in a private collection; the collector who purchased it said in a letter he sent to me following the acquisition, "...as a young man I shot bow and arrow with my father, the sound of the piece reminded me of the sound the  bowstring would make when an arrow was released...



Medical stirrer, soldered galvanized-metal grid, ball chain

     Echoing the counterintuitive condition, the earth orbiting the sun... appearances can be deceiving. The stirring plate is bolted to the gallery space, and the base (normally still) now swings. Perhaps it is still still... we, the gallery, the earth and everything are moving around it, and once still chains curve in its wake.


Swinging Arms


Computer Power Supply, Galvanized Steel Rod, Low RPM Motor, Neon Lamps, Projector, Camera, (infinite loop, interactive)

Neon lamps swing at the end of long galvanized arms, creating interesting possibilities for long-exposure photography... when a projector and camera are added, both aimed at the same portion of wall occupied by the piece, an infinite loop with a slight delay is created. Observers enter the space between, and therefore become part of the loop, their presence echoed into infinity...


Breathing Machine


2x4's, Metal Rod, Scrap Metal Weight, Scrap Metal Rods, Clamp, Inner Tube, Air Hoses, Inflating Nozzle, Wire, ZipTies, Compressor (off-site)

     Based on a rough studio-exploration, this sytem-in-cycle would "breath," filling with air via the fill-nozzle, until the inner-tube lifted it off of the fill switch; at which point it would lift off the switch and stop filling with air. The pressure in the inner-tube would bleed off, lowering the weight, actuating the fill-nozzle, and staring the system all over again. Its cycle sounded very much like a breathing machine; yet instead of a machine breathing for someone, this one breathed all by itself, for itself...

Ludicrous Machine


Latex Surgical Tubing, Forceps, Monofilament, Pins, Nails, Styrofoam, Sewing Pins
     In this unlikely arrangement, surgical tubing filled with compressed air is suspended from pins and monofilament, filling the gallery with an illuminated "breathing" creature... its time slowly ticking away as the air pressure trickles out through a pin-hole, driving several small foam pin-wheels on the wall; attached by sewing pins.
     As the air pressure trickled out, once expanded portions of tubing would contract in violent and sudden throes, and do so completely randomly. This pictured campus gallery (Cranbrook Academy of Art's Forum Gallery) was open 24hr; the piece ran for nearly 3 full days.
     (Sound in the video is from another piece of mine, on display in the same gallery... "Breathing machine")


Undergrad Kinetic Artworks

A few of my foundational kinetic works from undergrad at Marshall University...

Eastward In Eden God Planted a Garden
Mixed Media: Electronics/Iron Filings/Dvd

The Living Creature
Cast Paper, Plaster, Wire, Low RPM Motor

Rivers of Eden
Salvaged Science Lab Equipment (wooden beaker holders, Plexiglas, Wire, Xerox Transfer Prints (contour maps, topographic), Motorcycle Sprocket/Chain, Low RPM Motor

Driving Machine (Pictured Above)
Mixed Media: Salvaged Equipment, Auto Seats, Cameras, Televisions, Rearview Mirror


Artist Statement

     From a background of intense practicality, raised in poverty by a single-mother in Appalachia, I ascended into the confusing, often counter-intuitive worlds of university education, and fine-art. Making these disparate ends meet was a challenge I thoroughly enjoyed: in me was an intersection of the high, and the low; the sacred and the profane.
     In my youth, I had lived the grit-life, working hard to make ends meet in a more practical sense; from cleaning carpet at age 13 I proceeded to do anything from brick-laying, building, and lawn-care, to scrapping metal, assembling cabinetry, and cleaning gutters. But, my spirit was unbroken by such labors; to the contrary, I took great pleasure in the opportunity for learning that such tasks presented; and I took full advantage of each.
     I worked hard to earn my living, and developed skill using the rusty and forgotten tools of absent men; I learned that a tool can be a great teacher, even if the curriculum is trial-and-error... I applied the same ethic to my education as well as my art, with hopes of forging a university career. I completed graduate school and stepped out onto the collapse of the markets, at the wake of the housing-finance crisis in 2008. Oddly enough, though I had earned a BFA, and an MFA, neither of these stood a chance of paying the bills. I went back to one of the fields which fed me through young-adulthood; housing/apartment and facility maintenance... where I've been ever since.

     Many divide art into the functional, and non-functional, I hear it often; my wife is a ceramicist. Are we talking coffee mugs, pitchers and plates, or "sculptural" works, forms, exercises, and decor? Likewise, for better or worse, we divide life into the functional and non-functional; we either make "art" to be art in and of itself, or we apply "art" to improve in taste upon functional objects. But, these distinctions (just like most distinctions) do not hold. Few things teach that so thoroughly as rearing children...
     At this point in my life, with a four-year-old daughter, and a two-year-old son (at the time of this writing...) I see that everything stands a chance to be practical, and everything stands a chance to be art. My art is my work, and my work is my art: there is no overlap; they are one-in-the-same.

     I had always wanted a teaching position some day, and who knew I would land the best gig in the world... I'm a dad, and I know now beyond the shadow of a doubt that there are no distinctions; everything matters.

~J. Deacon Stone