Forrest of Dreams "FOREST OF DREAMS" Ed Haddaway 2007 One of my guiding principals as an artist has been this: If anyone does something long enough, eventually someone else will assume that that person knows what they are doing. I have certainly found this to be true in my own life. I have been making Ed Haddaway sculptures long enough now to be considered something of an authority on the subject, and rarely am I questioned as to my competence. So I have been asked to come here and explain it all to you in one or two minutes. First I have a few people to thank. Over the years people have tended to confuse me with my artwork. I cannot tell you the number of times I have been told that my sculptures are fun and whimsical (I now hate the word whimsical). However people are often surprised when they get to know me and find that “ I am not fun and whimsical”. “We had no idea you were so miserable” these people often say to me. Unfortunately it is the artist’s spouse or their children who know just how miserable an artist can be. I need to thank my wife and child for their support and for not abandoning me during this project. They were both quite stoic when the three of us were not hysterical. I’m asking all of you people who know my family or even those who don’t to smile at them approvingly and say something kind and knowing, especially to my wife who appreciates that sort of thing. There are people who worked for the city who need to be thanked. Many of them tried hard to keep me sane for the last few years. Jane Sprague was there at the beginning of all this and as best as I can tell she is still a friend at the end. Judy Booth and Jim Kraft were very kind to me and very helpful. They qualify as Good People. Sadly Jim passed away recently. I miss him already. Karen Rudd deserves recognition as does Greg Smith. Others in the Albuquerque and Santa Fe community helped me a lot with these sculptures and my mental health . . . Ami Jaeger, Colette Hosmer, William Gerstle at UNM, Jim Robertson and Frank Chennette, the R and R sandblasting folks, everyone at Argyle supply, Matheson Tri Gas, and especially Eddie and his family at Childers’ Machine . I want to thank each one of them. It is not possible to be a lonely artist and make something big. I went though a number of assistants during this project. Some of them wanted to be artists and have now decided against it. Tim, Henry, James, Matt , and Joseph. My thanks for all the help. Unfortunately a lot of art might be considered work. Nancy Johnson and those at The Albuquerque Community Foundation need especially to be singled out for recognition and praise, as well as those people who helped fund this project. I really appreciate their faith in me. It occurs to me that there are quite enough Artists around. What we need more of is art patrons and benefactors. I hope some of you will sign up. Now its time for me to explain the meaning of Ed Haddaway’s sculpture. The prospectus for this project called for artists to deal with the importance of water. I immediately thought of the plant life along the Rio Grande valley and began to draw trees and such. Unfortunately I studied art at a University and my drawing ability has suffered because of it. Things seem to drift a bit . . . my dogs tend to look like cats and my cats might look like fish or owls. I have made peace with this anomaly and as usual my drawings of plant life along the Rio Grande drifted into uncharted waters. The sculpture that emerged eventually coalesced into what you now see. It is called “ El Bosque de los Sueños” which hopefully is Spanish for “Forest Of Dreams” I have noticed that many of my own dreams are of places. Magical places. In my dreams I am often an observer looking at things which are very different from waking reality The thing I want most in these dreams is to remember these places and the things I find there, and often I do. I could go on and talk at length about my dreams and offer several explanations for my sculptures and maybe link water, dreams, the unconscious, and art into one neat little package. But after thinking it over I have decided not to do that . . . not because I cant do it , but for several other very good reasons . One, I plan to write a book on the subject and become rich and famous. And Two it would be unfair to you, the audience. Let me illustrate with a final story. Years ago I was at an opening and a lady came up to me and she pointed to one of my sculptures, which was a big, silly looking thing. It might have been whimsical but I’m not sure. She pointed at it and said “What does it mean?” I thought for a while said simply, “It’s about birth, life, death, rebirth, the universe, Carl Jung’s collective unconscious, mans inhumanity to man and our perception of reality.” The lady looked at me angrily and said “ I know that ! But what does it mean?!” Ever since then I’ve steered away from explaining too much ….I guess I realized it is my job to make big crazy, silly looking things and it is someone else’s job to understand it. And the most I can hope for is that someone else will enjoy my sculptures as much as I do. So I do hope that people in Albuquerque will enjoy this work. I hope this place can capture a bit of the magic that is in my own dreams. And I hope it will be a place where, like the plant life along the Rio Grande, the dreams of others can be nurtured, and flourish and grow. Thank you all.