Created a new piece today. Wish that I could take photos as I go along. So many different sculptures were in this piece in the the last couple of hours. Because I don’t use an armature for the clay, since I want to fire them, the wet clay cannot hold itself up in different points in the piece. It fell many times during the process. It started with one face and ended with one very different. The emotions went from searching to jubilant to sorrowful to so many places. Where it is now, well, I need to stand away from it to know. I like this piece, a lot. What I like most is the roughness of the clay, the under working of it. Not too much detail. The motion works as well as the emotion. I sit here writing, jumping up every few minutes to be sure that it has not fallen again. I have put her out in the wind to dry faster. It feels alive, very much so.
