Covering the neck of the wood finial, I kept wondering if there was more to Amelia’s story than a simple bust? I know she needs…
Keep moving the clay – the hands know more than your mind.
Furry texture with dental tools and ball stylus.
If at first you don’t succeed, cut, cut, and cut again.
A warning sign from the clay gods.
She tells me she does not approve of her “Ren and Stimpy” like Ears.
Can’t Sleep, too many ideas for Ameila. She coming to life.
Formed the wire and foil armature for the ear supports and covered with clay.
Just like improv, you make a move and listen to what the clay says it wants to be. It’s not my job to decide if…
Picasso had his Blue Period, and I am experiencing an ‘Ole Hare Moment.’