Chris Bolton


Chris Bolton

ztahol@gmail.com

Born just over 62 years ago, on the cusp of the Eisenhower years, in southern Idaho Mr. Bolton has led the sort of life that comes from living one's formative years under an umbrella shared by both Joe McCarthy and Charlie McCarthy; Sputnik and the Beverly Hillbillies. You know, the sort of alternate galaxy where The Flintstones aired in prime time on Friday nights and a moose and a squirrel operated far from any of the more common laws of physics.

Since art seemed to offer the only way to reconcile this anomalous universe he began his checkered career as an artiste. This has surfaced in the usual ways... he has run his own ceramics studios, given numerous workshops, built furniture, taught both Ceramics and Sculpture at South Seattle Community College, been featured in several solo shows and been juried out of his fair share of exhibits.

Mr. Bolton shows an undying fascination with both scrounging the seemingly useless detritus of life and gathering up bits and pieces of demised, small creatures. These, under the guise of fine art, he cleverly collates and combines into tiny, encapsulated statements that are, oddly enough, both highly personal and easily accessible to most viewers. After a somewhat spotty career that spread itself across several western states, including an all too brief stint in lovely Quincy, California, Mr. Bolton followed his muse and patron to Santa Cruz, California where, with occasional forays to exploit the ceramics studio at Cabrillo College, lassitude and social reticence has kept him sequestered in his basement studio wreaking the sort of havoc you see manifested in his work.