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Last Updated: 08/13/2013 4:28 pm

Welsh-born sculptor Simon Draper has lived and worked in the US for the last 25 years, a sojourn that began with a student-exchange stint at the Cooper Union in New York. After his moving to the Hudson Valley in 1996, his work in recent years has focused on the humble architecture of the lean-to shed. An endlessly adaptable form, Draper has applied his ingenuity in fashioning them out of surplus and discarded materials—at times, including his own previous work. In an installation at Van Brunt Gallery in Beacon last year, he erected a shed in the middle of the gallery space, fitted out with a small video screen inside that played a recording of the works (also by Draper) hanging on the surrounding walls.

Lest he get too self-reflexive in his shed-building practice (even if brilliantly so), Draper has most recently developed the Habitat for Artists project, which debuted this summer with a cluster of sheds adjacent to the parking lot of Spire Studios in Beacon. Reaching out to include nearly a dozen other artists, the questions raised here are pretty profound—in a time of escalating prices for artists’ workspaces (and when those who’ve been priced out of Manhattan and Brooklyn have arrived in the Hudson Valley in droves), just how much space does an artist need to create his or her work?

On September 9, from 6 to 9pm, there will be a CD release party for Dar Williams (who’s been working in one of the Habitat sheds) on the site at Spire Studios in Beacon. www.habitatforartists.blogspot.com.

On September 27, Habitat for Artists will be appearing at the second annual Celebration of the Arts (COTA) in Hasbrouck Park in New Paltz. www.celebrationofthearts.net.


Art and mortality
When I was young, people around me kept saying, “You have a good hand” or “You have a good color sense” or even just “You’re very observant.” I was looking into being a draughtsman, and I started to notice that people called artists were actually doing more interesting things.  I think it was more stumbling upon it. Then when I was 15, I got run over by a car, and as my mother always said, “You haven’t been the same since.” When you’re looking as a kid into the grille of a big car, things alter drastically, because you’re one step away from the grave, and it’s not where you intended to be. At the time, my mind was going on about my physics homework, and all this other stuff, and suddenly, I was waking up in the middle of the road. There was this traumatic experience of not being able to walk for a period of time, being in a hospital, and not going back to school for a long time. You realize that everyone was in this other world, and I’d been taken out of it. Suddenly, it was almost an analogy of where the artist finds themselves on the periphery of society and culture, looking in and commenting upon it. Looking back, having this altered state, I started to look at things very differently.

When I lived in New York, working out of makeshift studios in various spaces, my most creative space was located in a basement next door to the Brooklyn Casket Company. As a sideline, I was making crates for art shipping. So I’d put these things out on the sidewalk, where they’d be picked up later in the day, and then next door you’d see these wooden pine boxes that were being built, and people would come along and ask if my crates were the bargain-basement versions (some of them were quite large). I was given the space for next to nothing, but the paradox was that I actually spent more time down there because it was so affordable.

Gone fishin’
My wife’s mother is a painter, and once, many years ago, she received a call from the police notifying her to bring her fishing house in from the lake. She said, “What are you talking about?” They told her that her name was on the side of this shack, and she realized that she’d thrown away a whole slew of paintings at the dump, and somebody had obviously commandeered them to make a fishing house. When I heard about this, five or six years ago, I imagined the paintings, on Masonite or plywood panel, being recycled into simple shelters for this other activity that people were passionate about in Minnesota. At that point, I thought it would be wonderful if all art could be that meaningful to people, even if it was just building material. But it’s also just recontextualizing, taking something with high aspirations back to its roots and becoming simply building material again.

Location, location, location

The Hudson Valley has become, over the last decade or so that I’ve been living here, a very different place. Beacon, when I first arrived, was the usual depressed, postindustrial river town that depended on manufacturing that had since moved to China or wherever, and the [people there] were finding new ways to support themselves, having to travel to New York, or be involved in local service industries. It wasn’t the place it is now (not that it’s a raging metropolis). The fact that Dia just celebrated its fifth birthday—not that it ordains the activity of artmaking in Beacon—but the fact that it is in close proximity drew a lot of artists who have found it hard to exist in the city, especially since 9/11.

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