Welcome. While 20th century art history provides numerous sculptors whose work could be seen as the basis for my own, I credit my grandfather, Morse Birndorf with planting the original creative seeds. Moe was an insurance agent working out of his Detroit bungalow home for decades and when he hung it up, he retreated to the basement and started knocking out these 3D fish from rusted cans squashed flat, shaped with tin snips and adorned with old bottle caps and assorted flotsam and jetsam. I found them to be fascinatingly expressive.
Like Moe's work, mine begins with discovery, moves to assembly centred on aesthetics and spontaneity, and finally, but not always, to an ideation, conceptual or surreal stage requiring some adjustments. Minimally they are readymades, but mostly they are found objects disassembled and/or assembled with some interference or alteration on my part.
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What the critics say:
“His work, balanced on the precipice of outsider obscurity and grudging acceptance, Rosensweet finds himself as an artist poised ironically between emergence and old age. “
“The work marries a harrowing post-apocalyptic vision with mild regret.”
“He (Rosensweet) conjures the nostalgia of over-consumption with the startling unremediated patina of crap well past its useful lifetime.
“Rosensweet decries the depravity of social and environmental degradation and then runs behind a tree to hide.”