Nol Putnam: Metal Muse

By Veronika Benson
Special to the Rappahannock News

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Hammering molten metal at his White Oak Forge in Huntly, Nol Putnam compares the process to using a “rolling pin and dough.”

Six feet tall and wiry, 83-year-old Nol Putnam still boasts a full head of hair. In 2004, he posed as Mr. May in Rappahannock County’s risque men’s calendar. More recently, he was featured in a provocative photography exhibit. Despite his ease in front of a camera, there’s not a shred of evidence that Putnam could be mistaken for the superficial model-type. His thoughts and opinions run deep, and his talent as a blacksmith even deeper. And his reputation in the world’s second-oldest trade reaches far beyond the Piedmont.

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“When it was hot, I could manipulate the iron — could learn to change
its shape, its dimension into an idea — tools became an extension of my mind.”

Among Putnam’s more notable works: Three gates which hang in the columbarium of the National Cathedral. The Folger Gate took 1,200 hours to complete; there are 250 intricate leaves in its design. He also designed and crafted a gate for the Rockefeller Plantation in Tarrytown, New York.

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But it wasn’t until 1972 that Rappahannock’s most celebrated blacksmith began to labor in his trade. “The first time I handled the tools, I knew working with iron was my calling,” he recollects. “When it was hot, I could manipulate the iron — could learn to change its shape, its dimension into an idea — tools became an extension of my mind.”

Ironically, several years later, he learned this affinity was genetic; two of his ancestors had been smiths. Although blacksmithing remains popular, according to Nol, “it will never reach the heyday of the 1920’s.”

It troubles him that society as a whole is doing less work with their hands.

White Oak Forge

His White Oak Forge is the first thing you encounter when approaching Putnam’s five-acre property in Huntly.

With its timber-frame and pitched roof, his smithy (blacksmith workshop) resembles a weathered New England cottage. Frayed Tibetan peace flags wave in the breeze above the enormous poplar doors leading into the forge. Various samples of his iron work hang on the walls, immediately drawing the eye upward. To the left is a huge metal table, which functions as both a drawing surface and finishing area. Several intimidating machines stand at the rear of the building, and the forge itself is nestled back in the right- hand corner. At first glance, it could be mistaken for a pizza oven, but this hearth burns coal, and exceeds temperatures of 2,500 degrees.

“My favorite tools,” he confides, “are a reworked hammer, two pair of tongs that magically appear when needed, and a six-foot folding, stainless steel ruler.”

His movements within the forge are fluid, and clearly second-nature. He stokes the fire-breathing beast of a hearth with coal, then waits for it to heat up before feeding it virgin iron. The heated metal emerges from the forge red-gold and malleable. He’s then able to shape this molten version by pressure of some kind, often hammering. Putnam displays an earthy, sinewy grit as he hammers the hot metal, demonstrating his work.

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There’s especially an art to the hammering when, for example, he does so at a slight angle and the veins in a leaf emerge. He likens this manual process to that of using a “rolling pin and dough,” but somehow this seems far more technical and physically demanding than baking. The forging of iron into the rods of a gate, for example, requires a twisting of the metal while it’s hot. When asked if the iron ever breaks when in this superheated state, Putnam replies, “Never.”

And that is not the only surprising aspect of his work. There is rarely any arc welding involved in his creations, except the occasional tack here or there to join two large pieces together. A stunning example of one of his larger works can be viewed in the county, an ornate gate located where Tiger Valley Road veers left at The Wall. Henri Julien Rousseau’s “The Dream” was the inspiration for the work.

Design inspired by myth

Putnam reads as many myths as possible, in order to inform his work.

“Myths should still guide us,” he says. “They remain potent forces. We ignore them at our peril, for they have much to teach us. Even though we may not know them, their stories are all around us — we are still subject to them.”

He feels we have forgotten about myths, partly because of our busyness with the internet, social media, and “futile distractions like reality TV.” Many of his designs first come to him in dreams; REM sleep provides him with ideas from which he harvests a more detailed and tangible vision.

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“I consider myself an elder now, and we are all like stones in the water. Everything we do sends a ripple effect outward into the universe.”

The name of each sculpture evolves as he designs and crafts the work. It is Putnam’s belief that “artists do things with images to better understand the world. And they have an obligation to ask questions, enhance awareness, raise consciousness, and elevate the mind.” In his opinion, “the public needs things to experience that are beyond voyeuristic, especially now.”

For Putnam, blacksmithing is “an ancient, nostalgic trade,” and he considers its fire “mesmerizing.” He continues at his age to evolve through painting, writing, yoga, and even peace-making. Through creative endeavors, and his interaction with others, Putnam hopes he can make a larger difference.

“When I’m engaged in a conversation with someone, I want to pay full attention to what that person is saying, how they are saying it, and what matters to them,” Nol says. If he disagrees, he does so respectfully by providing his viewpoint in a thoughtful and non-threatening manner.

“I consider myself an elder now,” he explains, “and we are all like stones in the water. Everything we do sends a ripple effect outward into the universe.” This listening with rapt attention, and responding in kind, is yet another of Putnam’s valuable contributions to a fractured world.

Before the forge

He began life’s journey in Boston in May of 1934.

Born Oliver de Montalant Putnam, Nol lived just across Beacon Street from the Public Garden. His memories of that era, like his art, are precise and captivating. He recalls the strict formalities of his family’s upper middle class Brahmin existence — a thick rule book with “more don’ts to abide by than dos.” Eventually Putnam rebelled, developing a roguish persona still apparent in his casual, gentleman-farmer style, oft accented with a scarf about his neck. 

Merely four when his parents divorced, Putnam moved with his mother to a farm in rural Connecticut.

“I think that move saved me from growing up to become a fiduciary attorney,” he jokes.

Thanks to his mother, Anne, there was early, frequent exposure to the arts and literature. Their home, like Gertrude Stein’s, welcomed many an artist. Perhaps this is why Putnam preferred to spend time working with his hands, not studying. In an effort to curb these industrial tendencies, his mother enrolled him in the Lenox School for Boys, located in the Berkshires.

After successfully completing his secondary education, Nol was uncertain about which path to choose. Ultimately, his mother encouraged him to join the military. “This,” he says, “was the best advice I’ve ever received. The army taught me that I could have control over my life.”

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Putnam crafted a display of red poppies (metal, of course) as a tribute to his five relatives who served in the Great War.

After serving his country, he attended Trinity College in Hartford — remaining in academics, it turns out, for 23 years, including teaching Russian history at the height of the Cold War.

He also wrote and gave anti-war speeches during that period. “I conducted these strictly off-campus,” he says, “because I didn’t want my views to interfere with those of the students, or distort my teaching.” Some of Putnam’s students remain in touch with him, often expressing their gratitude for his nurturing and inspiration.

“When a student is struggling, you lend them a hand,” he says. “And when things are just too difficult, you hold them in your arms, guiltlessly.”

Musings and healing

There’s a path leading away from his forge, which crosses a meandering stream. It opens onto a glen where the house and outbuildings are located. The setting is one of a tiny hamlet, a place where artists like Shakespeare might have sought respite. Putnam helped design and complete the finishing touches on his home.

The exterior façade is rustic, while its interior is more contemporary, boasting thick beams and soaring ceilings. Broad panels of light slant inward from an expansive meadow beyond. The sharper angles of the architecture are softened by many of his own hand-forged details. Shapely candlesticks don bookshelves, while a dragon’s head perches at the end of a curved iron stair rail. Larger works are scattered about the house and yard.

artistic touches conjure up a feeling of enchantment. The kitchen, with hunter-green cabinets and a worn farmhouse table, adjoins the light-filled living room. There cathedral-sized windows peer out over a deck, where on a clear day, the dusky, rolling hills appear to be lording over the pasture.

The atmosphere of his home is charged with the energy of books, nature, and dramatic artwork. It is a place of warmth and genuine truths. A room just off the kitchen has a plaque above the door that reads, “Nol’s Musings & Words.”

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A sign above the artist’s “Musings” room doorway.

Here is where he keeps his journals, large leather-bound books; the pages of his current volume left open for all to read. Given his mastery of conversation, the ‘Musings’ room is likely a space where words flow as easily as the stream on his property.

There are sketches in his journals as well, which are sometimes transferred to the drawing table in his forge. While en route, “these designs often change,” Putnam declares. They do so inexplicably. There’s another sort of diagram on a nearby bulletin board. He created this one to help him focus on the inner work his therapist recommended. His ex-wives’ names loom large on the board.

“Now,” he confides, “is the period in my life for reflection, and acknowledgement of past mistakes.”

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Sketches in Putnam’s journals, which are sometimes transferred to the drawing table in his forge. While en route, “these designs often change,” Putnam declares.

Putnam takes responsibility for his actions, while still choosing to celebrate being alive. He appreciates those who are in his life now, and speaks with kindness and deference of those who are not.

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A staircase in his foyer leads down to a stunning library filled with books of every imaginable genre, and more of Putnam’s iron work. A photo of his maternal grandfather in full regalia peers down from a high shelf. On the windowed side of the room, a bright display of red poppies steals the show. They are metal, of course, and crafted as a tribute to his five relatives who served in the Great War (two uncles, a grandfather, his father, and stepfather).

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Detail of poppies

On the opposite side of the room sits a slender, chest-high sculpture called “Three Broken Hearts.” Tall, grassy tendrils reaching upward provide a sharp contrast to its dangling, copper hearts. The piece’s name begs the question of its true meaning, but Putnam resists inquiry, saying “some things are better left to interpretation.”

The hearts, diminutive and vulnerable, flutter at the slightest movement. These two fantastic pieces — the poppies, the hearts — rest across from one another, echoing each other’s sentiment.

There’s no doubt Putnam will leave behind an incredible legacy in his metal works, yet it is another work he now cherishes, and hopes will have the most powerful influence. This work is motivated by his concern for the spiritual and economic suffering of fellow humans.

“There is a troublesome divide in our culture,” he says, “but as an optimist, I feel we can and should begin healing this fissure at the community level.” Putnam believes politics, religion, art, science, industry, and wealth are all superfluous without relationships, without community, and without kindred spirits that make us feel we are a part of something larger than ourselves.

“We should come together and talk with one another, about things that are difficult to discuss,” he says, a look of concern casting a shadow over his face. “We ought to celebrate our differences, and respect one another in spite of them.”

Perhaps his struggles as an artist fostered such a wealth of compassion. There was one year in New England when he had three mouths to feed, and only two thousand dollars to his name. “We bought a few chickens, some pigs, a cow, and planted a garden, which carried us through the winter.” he explains.

And this is the kind of perseverance his art speaks to, by way of both its tensile strength and its universal truths. From the National Cathedral to Rappahannock County and beyond, his legacy will abide.

Most artists would likely be content with this measure of success, perhaps even retire. Not Oliver Montalant Putnam; no, indeed. Forever the educator, who still wants to inspire, Nol has a schedule he jokingly refers to as warranting a “private secretary.”

Alas he marches on, searching for opportunities to provide others, and his beloved community with hope, and maybe even a dream or two.

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