Heise Metal Sculpture

Quixote. Eyes skyward to assess wind and rain on approach. Undaunted.

Saw this amazing sculpture by Chad Heise at the Stowe Arts Fest! Thought it meant I could get great here! Where is Piecasso when you need them? They should have this piece! Ed? #Piecasso #Art #GoStowe #Love

Yes, rising with the Harvest Moon, Heise Metal Sculpture will be exhibiting at the 35th Annual Stowe Foliage Arts Festival this weekend, October 6-8, 2017, at Topnotch Field in Stowe, Vermont. C'mon by and say hello!

Despite current events that challenge one's faith in humanity, there is this--a sculpture made in 1978 by my uncle Bill Heise for my grandparents' 40th anniversary, which was stolen from my Vermont shop last October, has miraculously reappeared! Many thanks to the nearly 4000 folks who viewed the original post about the theft, to those that shared it and got word out, which likely prompted the thieves to come to their senses. Also, my most heartfelt kudos to the fine folks at The HiVE and Red Hen Bakery who discovered that the sculpture had been returned. To the thieves, thanks for taking a few years off my life, you (insert rampant onslaught of expletives here), but perhaps there is hope for you yet...

HAWK $1000 28"H/28"W/16"D

Yes. The Heise Metal Sculpture "sabbatical" begins in earnest on February 1 (as in, I'll be out of the country for a while). Several of these sculptures have been placed in galleries (as noted), the others, well, if you see something you like, there's no better time than the present!

Amidst the chaos of closing down my Vermont studio, someone made off with the priceless and irreplaceable sculpture below, made by my uncle, Bill Heise, for my grandparents' 40th wedding anniversary in 1978 (this is inscribed on the back of the sculpture). If anyone happens to stumble across this piece, please contact me at [email protected], or (415) 516-3264. And to whomever took it, do the right thing and bring it back--I'll give you one chance, no questions asked. Otherwise, I fear for the karmic retribution you'll have to endure. Seriously.

Valerie Walker, 45" high by 24" wide. "Weathering" a bit before applying coat of linseed oil...yes!

As of October 1, 2016, I will be taking an indefinite "sabbatical" from metal sculpture. I've proudly carried the proverbial "torch" for my dearly departed uncle, Bill Heise (who started Heise Metal Sculpture in 1966), but it's time to set that torch down for a bit--it will never be extinguished, but will burn more quietly while I focus on some other interests. In due time, I shall ignite it once again! So, if you've been considering adding a Heise Metal Sculpture piece to your home, there is no better time than now! These photos represent my San Francisco inventory (my Vermont inventory was posted earlier). Feel free to contact me at [email protected] for more information. All reasonable offers considered!

An owl borne of old farm equipment from the infamous "leaning barn" en route to Maple Corner, Vermont. Currently on display at the Maple Corner Store (home of the "Whammy Bar," which is not to be missed for a fine libation). And, in a true attempt at cross-marketing (or rampant "shameless self-promotion") or whatever it may be, be sure to attend BARNSTOCK in Maple Corner on August 27, which is generously organized by the proprietors of the Maple Corner Store (and featuring said proprietor Artie Toulis on smokin' guitar), where rumours abound of an appearance by a band known simply as "Remnant," which includes the bass stylings of a certain metal sculptor (who's obviously had far too much caffeine at this early hour). Walk that road to Yasgur's farm, people. That is all...

Lippizaner Stallion.

"Precipice." Or perhaps "The real Real." This piece is wrought with its fair share of personal metaphors, most markedly a sense of imbalance, longing, and falli...ng, a reaching for that something which is just beyond grasp. However, there exists a hint of optimism--that the figure may actually be on the verge of dancing, or the like. The legs are an ancient pair of shears, the base a NYC subway rail plate, suggesting some attempt to reconcile the internal desires of things rural, and things urban. I hope that amidst the catharsis of creating this piece, some sort of peace, acceptance, and forward motion will result. But, then again, it may simply be a bunch of shit welded together... See more