If each day falls
inside each night,
there exits a well
where clarity is imprisoned
We need to sit on the edge
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
~ Pablo Neruda
If each day falls
inside each night,
there exits a well
where clarity is imprisoned
We need to sit on the edge
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
~ Pablo Neruda
This figure is in air-dry clays, while the smaller beings (many of whom take flight on eBay) are in polymer clay. More thoughts on these materials, when I've got my wits about me. Each material has distinct virtues, and for some projects, I find myself in Hamlet-like indecision... polymer, air-dry, air-dry, polymer... to bake or not to bake...
Working to get better bear pictures... Meantime, this is from the tale "East of the Sun, West of the Moon," the Maiden and the Bear, in air-dry clays, Aves Apoxie Sculpt, kozo paper, mohair.
And then there’s social media, of course: