in several media, Eduardo Oropeza is a commanding presence in contemporary
art. He applies a high level of devotion and integrity to his art. After
the many years he has been working at his chosen profession, he sees being
an artist as a tremendous gift, which honors and humbles him.
A native of Californias San Joaquin Valley and long time resident
of East Los Angeles, Oropezas academic training began with Social
Studies. After taking an art course, he ultimately changed majors and
received a Master of Fine Arts degree in sculpture from San Jose State.
Post Graduate work followed at San Jose, San Diego State at Long Beach
and Palomar College.
Artists Statement on bronze sculpture filled with straw:
The spaces on the sculpture are filled with straw to represent the humble
peasant. The idea was to bring the bronze, an aristocratic material, to
the same aesthetic level. Sometimes I leave the negative space and others
I fill with other materials. I would like people to use their imaginations
and fill the heart of the sculpture with their own creative dreams and
perhaps at the same time fill their own heart.
Being an artist is odd. Most people have the ability to create,
but they just dont know it, or they dont try. I look upon
the artist as an oasis, surrounded by the sand of time. If you have the
imagination, you can transform every grain of sand into a blade of grass.
You can turn dunes into lakes and sail on your dreams.
Hope is the dream that unites the family together to reach up and caress
the sky forestalling the golden dream of hope from crumbling down like
a wet blanket to cover the earth red with the sweat of labor and strife.
Here I shall stand mute into eternity to look upon inquisitive mortals
who interpose to read my epitaph for many who have stood before me their
bones now turn to dust.
Here I shall stand pensive, proud and full of fortitude so poor unfortunates
can come fill their souls and hope of courage great. Man has made my effigy
to stay and look upon his land that God has blessed. Nevertheless, men
deride for many shall come and write of the hope from me, but like leaves
blown by a transient zephyr, their faith shall flee.
The two women stood together on a knoll, like sculptures on a pedestal,
each in their silence gazing into the horizon.
One woman was tall, slim and stood like a majestic goddess.
The other woman was short and hugs the earth, holding on as if afraid
of being abandoned, like a forgotten angel in the wind of time.
The two woman stood side by side, as the wind of time chiseled away their
pedestal. While their eyes were but frozen glances toward where the horizon
once came to play.
Cry not! Oh, horizon lost, ghost of the sky.
When I was young I played in the sky and hid behind the stars, and as
you passed by, I counted each horizon like beads of a necklace, strung
across the sky.
Now my misty eyes kiss the sky goodbye, as destiny hums its lullaby.
Starting at the bottom of the image, the sadness of the earth with the
child buried with the roots of the flowers showing hope of tomorrow for
the children. The yellow doves represent peace.
Death is contemplating, shall he take the life of the crying baby? Death
is surrounded by angels in the garden. Blue is sadness but also protection.
Hope is alive in the heart of the child; hope is growing.