This one is in Premier air-dry clay with washi paper. She'll be completed and painted -- but here she is as a work in progress...
A rococo mermaid in Kato Polyclay.
In Kato Polyclay, with garnets and wood.
Aghast, I look upon the steaming plain
Where Love doth stride, a ruthless fire-footed thing
To blacken bone in wash of flaming wing:
There, be neither shelter nor shield from pain
Seared flowers wither in its burning mane.
I turn my streaming face away, and cling
To lesser thing and stop my ears lest hear it sing
Its ringing gimlet cry to blight the sane
And set us trembling at its seeming rage
Or, ripping chin to stern in bleeding rite
It eats the flinching heart and strews but jumbled cage
Of ribs to rattle in its wrenching flight
And so consumes the wailing babe and blinded sage,
Till naught be left but ash and wholly joyous light.
~ Isabelle Rathbone Greene, c. 1894
Winter Sphinx stands about 24" tall, sculpted in Premier air-dry clay with washi paper and wood.
Friends, so sorry to have been blog-neglectful! I aim to mend my ways in 2016. Here's the Morrigan, Celtic battle goddess, shape-shifting phantom queen. She just got lucky and won the popular vote competition for Infected By Art (IBA) Volume 4. Thank you, everyone who participated!! So honored. There is a great deal ofastonishing work to see at Infected By Art, and the book will be incredible!
The Morrigan, mixed-media, about 19" tall.
Kind Visitors, a most belated announcement: I was incredibly honored that 'Venetian Harpy' won the 2015 Spectrum gold award in Dimensional, given at Spectrum Fantastic Art Live in Kansas City, MO, in May. There was so much wondrous art there, I was amazed! More news in the near future. Promise.
Flora, La Primavera, in Premier air-dry clay, with wood, and paper, painted in acrylic.
On this most dubious of holidays, a few selected words on Love from Rilke:
“To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. … it is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world for himself for another’s sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Baba Yaga also wishes you a Happy Valentines Day, and says you are certainly “good enough to eat” in her eyes:
Swan Child getting her color, in Premier air-dry clay. Painted with acrylics including Acryla Gouache from Holbein -- a favorite of mine for the air-dry pieces...
“I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside.”
From the Irish tale, "The Fate of the Children of Lir," a child transforming. Work in progress! She needs a bit of subtle color.
Our Muslim friends are appalled by the violent acts of the very few, and their voices should be heard and acknowledged. Just a couple of links out of many:
"In a recent cartoon, Muslim artist Khalid Albaih reminds us simply, yet powerfully, that this is not a war between civilizations, but a war with those who oppose civilization."