The Transformation of Trash
Howard Finster's life was a living sacrifice.
"Edward C. Knippers, Jr." | posted 10/01/2001 12:00AM
Baptist preacher and folk artist Howard Finster died Monday at the age of 84. This profile of him and his work originally appeared in the July 15, 1988, issue of Christianity Today.
And the Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed.
—Genesis 2:8
Summerville, Georgia, tucked away in the northwest corner of the state, is an unlikely environment for an artist of national standing. It is, nonetheless, the home of the Reverend Howard Finster, a visionary, a prophet, and an artist of national, even international, reputation.
As it is with prophets, Finster was seen as an oddity by his community even after fame had found him in the New York and Chicago art worlds. He had turned his two-and-a-half-acre backyard into a mysterious land someone dubbed "Paradise Garden," explaining his method thus: "I took the pieces you threw away and put them together by night and day washed by Rain dried by sun a million pieces all in one."
He has spent years completing a five level Folk Art Church next to the garden. He told this author that at one point he had it checked for safety by a group of architects from the University of Georgia. When they asked for his plans, it became clear the project was mapped out in Finster's head, not on paper. It was, nonetheless, pronounced safe. Ann Oppenhimer reports (in "Sermons in Print") that a neighbor told him his church looked like a wedding cake. Not to be bested, Finster told her that her house looked like a peanut butter sandwich. It was only after he went to California to appear on the "Tonight Show" with Johnny Carson, and his name was in TV Guide, that his community accepted his celebrity status.
A "second Noah"
As it is with prophets, Finster claims to see things others don't: "I have visions of other worlds. I been out there I seen them out there I am here as a second Noah to point the people to the world beyond."
He reports encounters with angels and superhuman figures, all fitting into a larger matrix of vision with one overriding message: "Repent."
The art objects themselves have a power, charm, and an investigative visual sophistication that some would say places them beyond folk art and into mainstream American art. Using any available material and weather resistant enamel paint, he transforms surfaces with words and patterns to make his images (from animals to angels, from hell to heaven, from Elvis to Jesus) and messages clear. The range of his output reflects his fertile mind: easel painting, boxes filled with layers of painted and decorated plexiglass, and mirrors that tease the eyes, assemblages of casted cement.
No art without the message
Finster was, however, reportedly dropped from one Washington, D.C., gallery that got tired of him calling them "infidels." They wanted the art without the message-but that is not possible. As Peter Morrin of Atlanta's High Museum has said, "His paintings and constructions are not reasoned depictions contrived with creative detachment, but representations of belief. Finster fashions neither illusions nor metaphors of experience, but pressing, urgent visual exhortations to a Christian life" (in "Howard Finster in Context"). "All people are on the road of eturnity no one can turn back Get ready to meet Jesus Christ face to face," declaims a sign on the side of his studio.
Finster sees his studio as a great fountainhead from which his message and visions flow. And flow they do. The Talking Heads rock group collected his work for years, and they had him design an album cover. After it went gold, The Atlanta Journal/Constitution reports Howard as saying, "That's 35 million messages." As he wrote on The Great Wild Duck, a piece he did in 1984 (numbered as 3000 and 238 works of art), "Begening here in Georgia to the four winds of this earth from my last work of art to my craddle of birth. It will take a life time working day and night to reach the corners of this dark world with my little light." As of August 1987, he had made "6000.775 work of our time," and I have an eight-foot Jesus figure that is not numbered.