Gallery: Christopher JameS Boux

Chris Boux’s artistic ambitions started when he was a young boy. What others thought of as “waste” or “garbage”, Chris saw as treasure, something new, if he could just see how to use it. He was crafting with everything from wood, moss and rocks, to paper rolls, tin plates, and egg cartons. It wasn’t easy because the collecting of said items was entirely discouraged, and being an artist, most everyone said is “wonderful, but…[always a but..] what will be your career?”. It is often said that artists starve. “How can you translate your creative side into a ‘real job’?”. Well, Chris listened and so began the journey of a carpenter. He thoroughly made the most of the school’s shops from grades 7­-12, often spending lunch hours and breaks there by the later years. This led him to receiving a diploma in wood products manufacturing and then out to the work force after three years in college. During those working years the artist in Chris yearned to speak, and so he tried many mediums; charcoal, clay, painting, and so on… Now it should be mentioned that he loved to draw as a child, replicating images with a certain ease, and so he continued to draw and to try new things. Over time it became clear that creating new ideas on a two dimensional plane was often a struggle, whereas the freedom of three dimensions allowed the work to be understood from any angle. Chris began to embrace the potential of found art – a form where the materials or medium used is found and left roughly as is. This was what he always wanted to do. Now, with an excuse to collect, he found wonderful pieces of metal at the train yards and began welding them into creatures; seeing the possibilities of these old rusty pieces, a want to give them life arose. Shortly after finding this calling Chris moved to Vancouver island, where there aren’t any train yard scraps, leaving a void in his artistic life yet again. He then started a family which became all consuming, leaving little time to find a new path. However, over time and after many walks along the Westcoast beaches, he came to realize the dazzling array of beautiful broken timbers just lying at his feet in all sizes, shapes, and colors – an array of mysterious expressions in those seemingly dead pieces was just waiting to be brought to life. Here was something to get behind; it satisfies that child-like wonder, the search for treasure and a way to add value in a unique and dramatic way to simple broken pieces of wood. A new art found in found art!


Category: Gallery, Volume 3