A mascot for Lemmon High School.
Thank you to Lisa and Stuart Schmidt for being so patient during the creation of this big piece.
It has been in the shop since last October and is finally done and ready to be installed in front of the
Lemmon High School in Lemmon, SD sometime in early May of 2012.
Most of the iron used in this piece came from a combination
of Devin ODonnell, Schmidt's and the Petik's.
The mans face is cast bronze.
Here is a link to a video showing how this sculpture was made.
A horse within a horse.
I have quite a time trying to find really cool things to weld into my scrap iron sculptures that will set them apart form other found object art that I have seen. So I started to weld my own limited edition bronzes into
these one of a kind assemblages. This one has a bronze horse head in it. This piece is now in Paige, Texas.
There are lots of fun moving parts on this one.
The eye is a focal point for Lopez's sculptures. It is the window to the soul.
Chief Red Iron has a cast bronze face and a scrap iron body.
This video show how I create a Hybrid Metal Sculpture.
Horses have always been a big part of my life.
This is 008, a gelding sired by Cowboy's Frenchman a son of Frenchman's Guy.
As a youth I did a lot of riding, especially during branding season.
My Dad Lee Lopez on Baldy.
My great Grandfather Elfido Lopez
(pictured second from far left) wrote this in 1937.
When I was 21 years old I married Miss Rebecca Richards at Higbee, Colorado. She was 18 years old and a sweeter woman never was and I think a lot more about this than she thinks I do.
We met when I was about 12 years old and she came to visit some friends close to my home. I lost my handkerchief and she found it and wrapped it up in a piece of paper with a little red ribbon very nice and wrote a little note saying she had found it and was returning it. I could not read at all so I just copied her same note and sent it back to her. I thought I was doing something pretty good and that was the beginning of our corresponding. So from then on I tried my best to learn how to write. I can’t spell much but I make people understand me alright.
We raised 8 children and there are seven living today. The oldest died when he was 20 years old. I always tried to teach my children right to be truthful and not steal. I will tell any man or woman to be careful who they let their children run with. I was a boy once and I know by experience that when I was with a good boy I was just as good as he was but when I was with a bad boy I was a little worse than he was. I never did anything so awful bad that I couldn’t tell about it but still I know that I did do some wrong. Well I’ve had good times and bad times in this world but I would not trade my reputation for the First National Bank of Trinidad