There is a forest fire near enough to sting the eyes and roughen the throat, billows of smoke rolling east to be seen looking up our street this afternoon. We here, and the nearby university, should be OK. But there have already been evacuations on the mountain, and for the animals an birds... alas. Best thoughts to those fighting the fire. One of the quite heroic planes.
Just a Face Underway
She'll be a strange little bust:
Another East of the Sun, West of the Moon
A piece inspired by the work of Kay Nielsen, whose illustrations I discovered as a small child. In Premier air dry clay, about 14.5 inches tall:
East of the Sun, West of the Moon
“Genuine love is a personal revolution. Love takes your ideas, your desires, and your actions and welds them together in one experience and one living reality which is a new you. ”
~ Thomas Merton, Love and Living
February 14
Sonnet XLV
For every lovely ordinary thing
My heart would do with thee apace each hour:
Because these cannot be, Beloved, no bower
Holds that bright true center, and spread of wing
O’er tossing hollows blown doth truer sing
Our tale than nested wren or nightingale's lure;
Let us embrace the harsh high cry, grieved pure
Call of sea bird bowed in wind, and wring
From aerie solitude a liquid silver link
So bright and darting strange that none may sunder
This heart from thine, though tumbling chasm brink
Should yawn between. Thus sleep quiet, wonder
Of the daily round, dear in fading ink,
Whilst Love doth run the racing salt-sewn thunder...
~ Isabelle Rathbone Greene, c. 1894
The Snow Maiden
Another wonderful Russian being. I wanted to present her in the act of melting:
My first sculpting experience...
... I think. On the beach with my artist mother Lou, working on a giant sand-toad:
Miragaia, Carnegie Collection
The original Miragaia model in Kato Polyclay, for the Carnegie Museum of Natural History's line. This was taken prior to final approval, as I recall -- some changes were still to be made.
Carnotaurus head
Carnotaurus head, then underway in Kato Polyclay. For the Carnegie Collection, produced by Safari, Ltd. This photo is considerably enlarged. Note: the teeth had to be deliberately blunted, to satisfy toy safety regulations. Though to my mind, a serious bite seemed improbable!
From an AnatomyTools.com Workshop
A section of my interpretation of a fascinating and enigmatic Creature designed by Carlos Huante especially for a workshop with Anatomytools.com. It's in medium hard Chavant clay. I highly recommend Anatomytools, run by sculptor Andrew Cawrse. The two workshops I've taken there have been amongst the best experiences I've had as an artist. The instructors, models and fellow students all inspire.
I aim to continue with this clay, and approach some ideas I’ve not had opportunity to express before. They may require their own Creature page here, as they’ll be of a somewhat different species than any I’ve brought out thus far.
Frost Spirit, underway
An unfinished miniature in Kato Polyclay -- she was afterwards painted. She'd stand about 8 inches tall in stocking feet. Done listening to Vivaldi. Must admit, all of his Seasons sound wintery to me.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket -- safe, dark, motionless, airless -- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”
~ C.S. Lewis
Carnotaurus for the Carnegie Museum
Carnotaurus, original model in Kato Polyclay, for the Carnegie Museum of Natural History's model dino line. He (she?) was a fun one. Safari Ltd. produces them, and this one's now out and about. I still aim to get my Carnegie dino page up and going in a lively fashion! Plans of mice & dinosaurs...
"To regret one's own experience is to arrest one's own development. To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul."
~ Oscar Wilde