Here is a quick overview of my stuff!
(ABOVE) “WHO MADE YOU GOD?” THIS PIECE HAS A VOICE FOR GOD AND A VOICE FOR ME THAT START TALKING ABOUT WHO CREATED WHO WHEN YOU APPROACH IT. VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yXRutHvu-M&t
MIKE NEARY: PICTURE PAINTER. (I made him the shirt.)
(ABOVE) PORTRAIT OF MY FATHER.
“WESTERN LINGAM” A “marble” (ceramic) adorable phallus covered- censored- in fig leaves.
(Above). “MOMENT OF MY REBIRTH”
When I became a potter (for 22 years) I was reborn. I considered myself responsible for sustaining, reinventing the history of ceramics.
(ABOVE). “HANDING A POT OUT OF THE KILN”
“EARTHS”
These 900# concrete earths address different topics such as money, trash, love, danger…. The three pictured are on the campus of Forest Park Community College. Made one each earth day for a decade.
AS A POTTER MY FOCUS WAS PRIMARILY “BEAUTY”. I MADE 1500 POTS, FIGURES, BOWLS AND SCULPTURES. HERE IS MY “NIGHT TIME WISTERIA POT”.
STUDIO SELF PORTRAIT. “LATELY I SEE MYSELF IN MANY DIMENSIONS”
“CONSTRUCTIVIST IDEAL” IS A PROPOSED ONE METER SQUARE SCULPTURE OF CAST IRON, BRONZE AND STAINLESS STEEL. (OPEN TO COMMISSIONS!)
SOME LATER POTS: VOLCANO, DESERT FLYOVER AND GREENLAND.
“GOOD LUCK JOHN GLENN ON YOUR SECOND TRIP”
MY WIFE, KATHY. I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL.
PAINTER KEN WORLEY.
ANOTHER PROPOSED STAINLESS SCULPTURE TITLED “INVIOLATE”. (COMMISSIONS WELCOME. $80K NEEDED)
SELF-PORTRAIT ON THE BACK OF A TILE.
TILE PANEL
I MAKE A LOT OF JEWELRY AND ALWAYS AT THE BEACH.
I LIKE TO DECORATE BUILDINGS.
A CONSTANT REMINDER TO BUY TIM’S POTS…
NATURAL BEAUTY WAS MY POTTERY PURSUIT.
I LOVE TO TAKE PHOTOS OF PEOPLE WORKING.
WORKING MAN
LOVE THE BEACH.
I FEEL COMPELLED TO TAKE PHOTOS AND MAKE MOVIES ALL FOCUSED ON THE “PRICE IS RIGHT”.
A pair of Oak Tree lamps where every aspect of the lamps are “Oak Tree”. I made the oak pots in 1995 as lamp bases and in 2022 I decided to finish them as lamps. High fired stoneware pots, copper shades with four layers of mica inserts and two different types of lighting.
My pair of ”Fraternal Twin Pots”. Similar yet different and on the bottom there is a note “Do not separate these twins!” High fired porcelain with intentional glaze running.
A studio event…
Here is a poster I made comparing what was made in the past and what I was making today. I was unusually $uccessful at ceramics and advertised nationally for a few years.
Probably the best image I ever got out of my many cameras. As they say, you have to wait for it…
I made maybe 25 ceramic sculptures of myself illustrating different aspects of my studio life. Here I am drinking in white glaze and pissing out the spectrum of colors. This is this is what my mind does. I see things in the clarity of daylight and then distill them as colorful art. Around the base it says “I am a prism, I drink in light and piss out glaze, I have to make art”.
I take a lot of photos of friends and fellow artists. Here is
Dave Ottinger and one of his paintings.
The Beat of the beach.
Who is pulling the strings?
Portrait of My Parents
This piece of folky art took 40 years. If you are interested, here is the story:
From 1985 or so, my family gathered summer memories on the beach at Seabrook, NH. Dad was from Lawrence, Mass. Every summer, Mom (from St. Louis, MO) and Dad (both teachers in St. Louis) would rent a place on that NH beach known as “Graham’s place”- no street number needed, just “Graham’s place”. Heaven in three bedrooms on the second floor, beach front for six weeks. I must tell you, MY best beach vacation was when I spent the full six weeks with my parents as family families marched through Graham’s place. It had big windows and a deck across the front and exposed 60 miles of the coast- 30 north and 30 south. Sporadically through the years, we would visit Gloucester/Rockport, MA thirty miles south. One year, being a fan of Melville, I became Ahab, (I love that book) and upon moving into Graham’s place, I summoned the crew to the fore deck and then told my young son to “Hand me yon topmaul, son,” in my best “Ahab”. I proceeded to nail to the wall, with a harpoon shaped stick pin and in a small plastic ziplock , a reward- the best of which ever offered one year was a ¼ oz of gold. The reward was for “the best found object that most looks like a whale found during this family vacation”. I was the sole judge having read Moby Dick and envisioned whales many summers at Graham’s. For this particular year’s whale hunt there was Gold for finding the white whale. Time flies, and which year, that ¼ oz of gold was the reward, I can’t say, but I remember that my wife, Kathy, won. You would be shocked to see how many whales you can see if you are a vigilant family whaling community. There were as many as twenty family visitors any given year and you know everyone seeks gold- if only a suntan. Or the golden beach sands, whose “found” whales are almost as common and numerous as ‘those proverbial grains of sand on the beach’, if you are of that mind and eye that has that 30:30 vision that lets you see the time and space of sixty miles of that beach. So for those five or six years when there was a glint of gold or cash on the mast, I collected a lot of ocean sculpted, beached, bleached and imagined whales. I also, through the years, brought back to St. Louis, sand from NH beaches in that sixty miles. I have a five-gallon bucket holding gallon ziplocks of different local sands. And they are distinctively different from every beach, if you happen to notice. That bucket is heavy. There was also a two-gallon bucket of found whales, seventy of which you see on the other side of this board. For those of you that can’t see “this board” and are merely reading this story, what you are now reading is printed on a 8.5x11 and glued to the back of a piece of ocean drift wood plywood. I like to think this splinter edged piece of beached wood might just be from the Pequod. It was carved, depainted and transformed by the currents and sand. That is also what happens to me after six weeks of the beach. I am reshaped, tanned and my imagination is transformed. Tides present constant change. So in case you can only read this paper and not see the actual board mentioned, the other side of the board is covered with maybe 70 of the best whales the family found. The found whale carcasses- stone, wood, bone, shell and paper are glued to the board’s front with silicone. On the center front of this weathered driftwood and surrounded by pods of found whales are the painted words: BEACHED WHALES
SEABROOK BEACH NH
