Harold Baldwin, sculptor, industrial arts teacher, bronze caster, my high-school teacher, a good reason to continue with school despite the odds against. I had dropped out, my parents had divorced, I was landlocked in a hot desert town of Phoenix, Az. My Dad had flown in to check up on his dysfunctional family, I had eleven plantar warts on my hands. I felt angry and lost. I agreed to go back to school only if I could attend classes with the motivational high school sculpture teacher Mr. Harold Baldwin. Previously, the summer before freshman year began, I did everything I could to graduate early, I experienced my first art class. Summer school felt immersive, 4 hours a day 5 days a week for two months. I don't recall what he said I remember receiving attention for my drawing and sculptures. One of the first class assignments was to make a relief out of whatever. I glued macaroni on a plywood pyramid. Later, I completed carved stone and print making. I carved a large soapstone rock of me crying with tears running down my face. Mr. Harold Baldwin said it was good. I carved a piece of flat linoleum for print making with sharp tools again a self portrait with lines all over my face and tears. He said it was good. I was receiving positive attention.
See below sculpture by HAROLD BALDWIN, Steam Punk Pinball, welded steel, glass