Retrospective Explained
What we are doing with this retrospective....

George Kokis, honored teacher and friend to Jim Laub, has chosen Clay Space to showcase works from his personal collection that are being offered for sale.

We feel privileged to be custodians of George's work and legacy. For ease of viewing, the pieces have been divided into five groups that will rotate on the website. George has chosen the groups according to the relationships or themes that are common to all the pieces in the group. Each group contains work from different periods of time. You may view the collection in its entirety by downloading a complete catalog by following the link at the bottom of this page. If you'd like to add one of these pieces to your own collection, click here.

Here's George on the subject....

Looking ahead, looking within, looking over a life lived – loving art, loving students, loving those on the journey, believing Art Saves Lives.

Looking ahead the path is short. Seven decades gone.  Looking within, finding what remains to be passed on for others to incorporate ...
the body of the clay, the joy of a life in clay.

Is the answer in the melt-downs? Build and let the rains return the work to the earth. As the Navajo sand paintings.  The Tibetan monks. Echo all is passing.

Wait. What of all the sculpture on the shelves?
How can those be given away?
How to spare the family the task of dispersal?

A retrospective sale. All profits to Clay Space,
the creation of a former student, a place where art saves lives and will for years to come.

Teaching. Friendships. Laughter.

Empty the Shelves. Spread the Truth. Art Saves Lives.


When I was teaching at a University I enjoyed the advantage of not having to meet production schedules since I was assured a regular paycheck. I could afford to experiment and take creative risks – allow a slow maturation of form when appropriate. The advantage of this slow growth has been the development of a mind set that produces a quality of psychic density in the work. That was the track I was on; the joy of intense work, loving the pondering time between beginnings and being led through atmospheres where only walls once stood.


Holding such values allowed this process to serve my needs for over a forty-year period. Then retirement woke me up; not at all a sleeping beauty but a squeaky old guy with a garage full of clay objects waiting for me to finally take responsibility for them. 

When I retired from full time teaching my main expectation was to have time to fully develop sculptural form in my small home studio. For over forty years my teaching practice included doing my personal work in an open studio before the students. This was my preference; sharing the studio space and equipment and making it clear that studio practice was not something I just talked about but practiced with devotion every day. Now retired, with time on my hands, I could address new projects to my hearts content. However, something continued to nag at me.


I found myself thinking back to some twenty years earlier when I would occasionally take a break from me regular sculptural commitments and work for a while in a very different mode. I built a portable wooden armature with several vertical members which I could cover with clay and study formal ideas.


Things got richer as I realized I could build in ways that were just not possible if I expected to fire the product. I would work on the piece for several days until I could go no further and then abandon it, removing the clay and placing the armature in storage for another day. The experience was very satisfying but just a passing fancy. As I contemplated this old odd habit 

a new dilemma entered my pondering. I love building form but not so much once the project is finished. I already had a garage full of finished work held hostage while I made still more stuff.


Here was the simplest answer! Make a platform, build form without restraint, photograph it and then destroy it. Better yet, leave it out in the rain!!! and take pictures recording the

daily changes. NO MORE FIRE BUT WATER THIS TIME.


The nagging feeling was gone – the going down of the sculpture had as much to offer as the going up. Every morning, I couldn't wait to get out to the studio and see what my colleague, the rain, had done.



So friends – how did you like the video?

I offer it as an atonement for neglecting you these past Facebook years. Facebook has mystified me and couldn't break through the wall of stuff that used up my attention and energy. It seems that all the time I thought would be gained from retiring is nonexistent!

Thus the reassessment and realization that one just has to make room for new experiences.

I hope that now I'm ready to enjoy engaging with old and new friends – receiving thoughtful messages and responding with the occasional contribution in turn.


To download a catalog of all the sculptures that are for sale

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