the last time we worked with clay, i left the class feeling humbled and utterly inadequate as an artist. so walking into class i was feeling intimidated by clay but determined to give it another go.
the proportions were better. and ultimately it looked more like the model than my clay version did last week. the art of seeing what's in front of you. if you don't see it then you make it up, and that's when you run into trouble and you don't get a likeness. such an important lesson learned.
this was bogdan luca's class example. what took us three hours to do, he did in a matter of 15 minutes. how awesome is he!!
there's been so much going on at home, and work that my brain has been on overload which doesn't put me much in the mood for anything except taking tylenol and hiding under the covers. but somehow, i managed to get some time to myself to create. a self portrait in pastels on hotpress watercolour paper. yes. i need to do more of these.
my sister said she looks 'scary'. i say she looks like me. lol. scary and all.
so so so glad i have it to hear her voice. almost made me pick up the phone to call her back. still can't get my head around her being gone. and to add salt to injury, i'm miserable without my samson. i didn't realize how much his companionship meant to me and the sense of comfort he gave me. such a double whammie. i don't quite know what to do with myself.
one minute at a time. right?