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The \u201cGreen Man\u201d of Benzie County<\/em><\/h2>\n\n\n

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By Carol Navarro
Current Contributor<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Editor\u2019s Note: <\/strong>Typically, this publication is not in the habit of printing obituaries, just as we do not have a classified section or op-ed contributors, nor do we highlight the outcomes of local elections or athletic events. These are simply not the kind of things that we run, given that there is already a newspaper in town doing just that. Rather, our pages are filled with what we consider to be (mostly) uplifting feature stories about the interesting people, places, and events of Benzie County. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, we have recently\u2014for the second time in our nine-year history<\/a>\u2014had to ask ourselves what our publication would do in practice when the certainties of life occur. Many of our readers are surprised to hear that we had two years of publication back in 2005 and 2006; we profiled Rick Jones in 2005. On Saturday, May 16, 2020, 69-year-old Jones\u2014husband, son, brother, uncle, friend, Vietnam veteran, Purple Heart medal recipient, anti-war advocate, motorcyclist, musician, artist, poet, storyteller\u2014left this world.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Although running obituaries is not common place for The Betsie Current<\/strong>, we, the editors, believe that there is value in sharing about this great man, a community treasure, and we thought that you would, too\u2014whether you are reading this for the first time ever or just for the first time in 15 years. What follows is a semi-updated version.<\/em>

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\u201cWhen the mountains were young, and the trees were old, and the world had but just one soul\u2026\u201d
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These words ring out from the earthy baritone of the man who is jokingly referred to as the \u201cthe Mayor of Bendon\u201d by his fellow musicians from Song of the Lakes: Ingemar and Lisa Johansson and Michael Sullivan. (For the record, there is no mayor of Bendon.)

Rick Jones\u2014the gray-bearded man with twinkling eyes in a multi-colored robe and cowboy boots\u2014looks more like a wizard than a self-proclaimed local politician. He picks up one of his percussion instruments and cradles it in the palm of his hand. Slowly scraping it with a cow\u2019s rib, he engages in a dialogue with a cello. These organic rhythms progress into a bluesy energy of song. Suddenly, the audience finds itself transported to the middle of a Benzie County swamp, eavesdropping on a conversation between unseen creatures.

Some would argue that what is so amazing is not what the audience hears, but what they cannot see: the stick-like instrument that he holds.
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Members of the band Song of the Lakes, pictured from left to right, are Lisa Johansson, Ingemar Johansson, Michael Sullivan, and recently deceased Rick Jones. Photo courtesy of Song of the Lakes.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n


A closer look reveals that the instrument is a deer antler, transformed into the shape of a \u2018swamp lizard,\u2019 scales and all. The Tennessee-born Vietnam veteran, musician, and storyteller\u2014who describes himself as \u201cjust an old hippie\u201d\u2014is also a self-taught master carver and sculptor.

\u201cRick Jones is the most brutally honest man I know, and the most untamed in the best sense of the word,\u201d says Crispin Campbell, one of Jones\u2019 musician friends. \u201cIt\u2019s this spirit that connects him to the natural world.\u201d

Campbell recalls a story that Jones once told him about sitting very still for a long time in a hunting blind, when a young deer approached him, and after checking him out, came closer and gently licked his face.

\u201cThis could only happen to Rick Jones,\u201d Campbell says.

Nature and mythology are Jones\u2019 muses. From his perspective, his own work cannot compete with Mother Nature.

\u201cYou just get information from her and love her,\u201d Jones says. \u201cYou can\u2019t improve on the Mother. If you try, she\u2019ll kick your ass every time.\u201d

Jones credits his father\u2019s influence for his fearlessness when venturing into the art world.

\u201cDad can do anything he wants to do. He had to. There was no one else to do it. I have that same kind of spirit,\u201d Jones says. \u201cI\u2019ve been doing this stuff all my life, but in 1974, after I got back from Vietnam, I got serious. I love museums. I knew I would never be able to afford what I saw in museums and art galleries, so I decided to start doing my own stuff. That way, I could have a house filled with art.\u201d

Mike Sullivan, a bandmate in Song of the Lakes, has known Jones for close to 40 years. He remembers Jones\u2019 father.
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A sculpture of the \u201cGreen Man\u201d carved from moose antlers. Photo by Carol Navarro.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe was a junk man. So I think Rick learned to see beauty in what other people consider rubbish,\u201d says Sullivan, who recalls a time when a historian\/artifact collector was showing Jones some of his pieces of scrimshaw and other carvings. The historian pulled out a very old carving. It was Jones who immediately saw the second image, opposite of the main image, which the owner had never noticed in all the years that he had it.

Although Sullivan claims hanging out with Jones has almost gotten him arrested a couple of times, he has great respect for his \u201cpagan-Baptist\u201d friend\u2019s art.

\u201cHe\u2019s a genius in terms of a sense of reality,\u201d Sullivan says. \u201cHe can create that reality in his visual art. And it\u2019s in the eyes of his creations that capture it.\u201d

Those who know Jones describe his art as connected with the natural world. The spirit he gives to his creations embodies the many realms of nature.

A tour of his home and studio quickly reveals this\u2014every corner and shelf is inhabited by his creations. An absence of formal schooling has not discouraged Jones from following his own instincts. As a teen growing up in Lansing, he started spending hours in the library, even though he says that he could \u201cbarely read.\u201d

\u201cI used to walk up and down the library aisles with my arms spread out and let my fingers brush the books,\u201d he says. Today, his home is filled with art books. Pulling a Rodin book off the shelf, he will tell you that \u201cI look at this stuff, and I can see what he was doing.\u201d

In the 1970s, after his return from traumatizing experiences in Vietnam, Jones made his living from carving scrimshaw: scrollwork, engravings, and carvings that are done in bone or ivory. He grabs an object from a shelf. It is a tooth from a sperm whale with a detailed scene of a shipwreck etched into it.
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A sculpture of the of a bald eagle\u2019s head, carved from moose antlers. Photos by Carol Navarro.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n


\u201cI\u2019d stop in a truck stop and sell my stuff to the waitresses,\u201d he laughs. \u201cI\u2019d make $500 at breakfast.\u201d

Then fate dealt its hand during his travels\u2014Jones was heading to Montana from Lansing, when his truck broke down in Honor in Benzie County. While waiting for repairs, he met a man who saw some of his sculptures in the back of his truck. He accepted the man\u2019s offer of six months rent in a cottage that he owned in exchange for one of Jones\u2019 sculptures.

\u201cSo here I am,\u201d Jones says, gesturing to his backyard of forest and swamp\u2014his playground and material source for much of his work.

For his sculptures, it\u2019s \u201clots of clay.\u201d

\u201cWhat I like about working with clay is the instant gratification,\u201d Jones explains. \u201cYou can ball it back up and use it again if you make a mistake. You can change horses in midstream. You\u2019re only limited by your mind. But eventually, the clay starts dictating what it wants to be\u2014you can have a preconceived idea, but form takes a life of its own, and your idea means nothing.\u201d

He points to an example, his \u201cManitou Mermaid.\u201d Her voluptuous body, long hair, and tail are draped in a fluid position around an armchair with half-closed eyes, creating an alluring expression. She sits on a desk in front of his favorite lounging spot.

\u201cCarving is not as forgiving. You can\u2019t send it back,\u201d says Jones, adding that his carving materials choose him: bone, antler, wood, or stone.

He holds up a work in progress.

\u201cThis set of moose antlers has been filed to help smooth out the grizzly bear teeth marks,\u201d Jones says. Then, laughing in his bellowing tone, he adds, \u201cHe ate the ends, like two big cookies.\u201d

The antlers are testimony to Jones\u2019 ability to see form in natural objects. In another finished carving, an eagle\u2019s head has been sculpted as if the outer layer of the moose antler was simply peeled back to reveal its white crown. The eyes, beak, and tongue are so lifelike that one expects the bird to swoop down and pull a fish from the water. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jones holds up another moose antler. Leafy etchings branch out across the blade from the center, where a set of piercing eyes seem to possess a watchful awareness. His expression sharpens, and his voice becomes noticeably pensive as he talks about this piece.

\u201cThis is the Green Man,\u201d he says. The detailed tattoo on his right arm bears out the reverent fondness that Jones feels for this icon. \u201cThere is an image of him in every primitive culture. He is the protector of the forest.\u201d

Jones explains that the Green Man\u2019s face appears not only in indigenous cultures throughout place and time, but in the art and architecture of many churches and universities of the Romanesque, Gothic, and Renaissance periods. His image appears again and again, from Iceland to Scotland; from the cathedral of St. Dimitri in Russia to the famous Chartres Cathedral in France to Santa Maria Del Mar in Spain.

His description of the Green Man leads him to share one of his own mythologies: with the crucifixion of Christ, Jones believes, a veil was dropped over the eyes of man. The ability to see the elemental kingdom disappeared. This, says Jones, is proven over and over by the killing of the indigenous cultures who celebrate the earth and the pervasive devastation of forests and many other life forms on this planet.

\u201cWe continue to destroy around the world,\u201d he says, \u201cLike a plague of grasshoppers that eat everything in sight.\u201d

Ask Jones to describe his art, and he will say that he does not fit into any one category.

\u201cWell, my closest guess is I\u2019m \u2018folk art,\u2019 but I really don\u2019t have a clue,\u201d he says. \u201cThere is a forced naivety with folk art [that] I don\u2019t like. I\u2019m more romantic.\u201d

Romantic seems to be the right word for Jones and his art, if romantic means passionate vitality.

\u201cI\u2019ve created a lot of \u2018elemental\u2019 pieces by breaking off tree branches while hiking in the woods,\u201d Jones says. \u201cThe running sap from an injury forms an image. I\u2019ll see a face, an animal, anything. I get real excited, and if I\u2019m with someone, I\u2019ll ask them if they see it, too. Usually, they don\u2019t,\u201d

He shakes his head.

\u201cI can\u2019t understand that.\u201d

The vitality is in the eyes of his creations, whether his mermaid, eagle, or Green Man. Their watchful surveillance supports his philosophy.

\u201cArt is about creating the illusion of something that isn\u2019t there,\u201d Jones says.

And it is the eyes of his creations that make you look over your shoulder as you leave the room; just to make sure.

\u201c\u2026with creatures that fly and critters that crawl. In the meadow, this is what we saw\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Full disclosure: <\/strong>Carol Navarro is married to Crispin Campbell, quoted in this article. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Featured Photo Caption:<\/strong> Posing with a drum, Rick Jones\u2014husband, son, brother, uncle, friend, Vietnam veteran, Purple Heart medal recipient, anti-war advocate, motorcyclist, musician, artist, poet, and storyteller. Photo by Carol Navarro.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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