Blake Dowling Weeks is a world unto himself—a poetic intersection between life, death and rural Alabama. Here, an intimate look inside the artist’s creative cloister, brimming with myth and mystery collected from the natural world.
“Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these dry bones so that they may come alive.”
“Nay, are there not moods which shall find no expression unless there be men who dare to mix heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland together, or even to set the heads of beasts to the bodies of men, or to thrust the souls of men into the heart of rocks? Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart longs for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet."
W. B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight
Blake Dowling Weeks currently resides in Atlanta with his partner Bobby and his dog Boyfriend. He will debut a sculptural collection of anthropomorphic forms entitled ‘Indefinite Articles’ at R.Hughes on September 19.