Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Octopus Garden

The drying stage. 

He looks pretty cool, I wonder how he will fire and how I will paint it up.

I think this will be the  first in a series of tentacles and weird shaped heads.


I realize I could have done more justice to the eyes, but I was all "meh, I'm out."






Saturday, August 10, 2013

Replete

I feel like I am always working - one project or another. There is this never ending stream of consciousness that needs to feed on creating, it's insatiable.

The truth though is that I am not always working. In fact, I believe the majority of my time so far this summer has been spent with my back on the couch and my limbs up in the air looking for some amount of a cool wind to alleviate the oppressive blanket of heat. For fucksakes. 

In other news: I've resurrected a silly little book I wrote and am editing it (well, attempting to) within an inch of its life. I have found that I really do swear too much (go-fucking-figure). The character I created doesn't read as a foul mouthed cynic - yet, she has the language of dirty redneck trucker at times. It really is good to step away from a project for a few years. I see now that I was too attached to the part of me that I was pushing into parts of her. Bad story teller. 

The art of bringing to life to all the little bits that collide around in my head and chest is mounting. Must feed, my very inside voice (the stream) repeats. And I look to inspiration when I feel like I don't have the physical energy to do what this stream of consciousness pushes. It is a push. I can feel it pushing its way through me, pushing me forward. "Come on" it says, "Come on... do it."

Sometimes I try and say no."I just want to be lazy, fuck off..." and those times I stumble over my feet that were determined to stay in one place. Touche stream of consciousness. Touche. 

I've come to understand that just because this stream may run through me, it doesn't mean I produce anything spectacular or even just simply good. I used to feel I wasn't doing the movement in me justice, as if the stream came to the wrong vessel. I am no Margret Atwood or John Irving and I am not a fantabulous sculptor either. Any work I do is riddled with immaturity and unsightly errors. It's very young. But the stream doesn't care about that, it only wants experience the movement of creation itself . It doesn't matter what I create so long as I create - so I abide. Today's stream requests languid tentacles and a bulbous head that is prepared to take many shapes: 


It feels good and it feels right, but there is much work to be done.

This morning I required a little inspiration to get motivated and turned to TED. I searched "inspiration" knowing a few of the returns I would get, one being Elizabeth Gilbert, the one I needed to hear.

I don't particularly like her writing, but her essence, her genius, her Damon is beautiful and just what doctor ordered.



Resistance is futile.

What is your experience with the creative divine? 


Friday, March 29, 2013

Injected

I was filing some papers at work, and  I suddenly (involuntarily) imagined there was this rip in...in the air beside me? Then, I suddenly imagined or felt there was a person  that  I could pretend to see. It was as if I was maybe writing a story, only the story was writing me first.

This person gave me the nod that, indeed, what I was imagining hearing, this loud static sound of ripping, was real. With his one nod, look, and slight smirk, he confirmed what this noise suddenly made me aware of:  that my current reality was just one option of existence and because of that choice and that broadening of awareness, I understood that all the trivial day-to-day societal things that are thought to be so important were, in fact, quite simply... nothing. The equivalent of intensely lining toothpicks up on a counter at the world fair.

I almost laughed out loud right there and then -a big, "Ha!"

It was as if my reality had had me building blocks on top of blocks, making large structures everyday only to dismantle them at the end of each day so I could start again the next. As if my job was to make mountains out of mole hills every day...

and didn't me and everyone else work up a sweat doing it - each in our own special way? 

How foolish, how sweet and naive we would all seem if this rip into other planes really existed. If we could see for moment that doors to things so much bigger than we are now existed.... Well, what? What would we do? 

 I  quickly looked about and saw us all as children: the bullies, the weak ones, the leaders, the smart ones, the nervous ones, the quiet ones, the pretty and the ugly. We didn't really matter, at least, not as much as we just were; the imagined gentleman I was communicating with agreed by way of a gentle smile.

Then I went back to work.

Is that time theft, do you think?


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

M-m-e-E-E-e-h-h-h?

Still going.

It really has been so nice to be sculpting again. It feels that there techniques that I've lost, like... hands. Once you understand the math of the hand, it's easy to lay it out. However, it's been a while and I think I've forgotten.

It never occurred to me before to check out sculpting videos, not sure why. But getting back into it, I decided to see who was putting stuff out there; sure enough, one of my favorite sculptures has a channel. Who knew? Philippe Faraut (who needs a new website, btw. Philippe, give me call) is amazing to me, his work is beautiful,detailed, and so clean. He is the reason I moved to a clay with no grog, I wanted to produce a final product that looks like his. Unfortunately though, I work to slow and am too lazy to do what it takes to keep this clay from getting too dry. Still, he is definitely an inspiration.


I also found Joanna Mozdzen (your site also needs some work, call me ;) and we'll get you sorted out. Also, yay Canada!) and have added her to my list of teachers. She has some great video tutorials which have helped get my brain back to where it was, as far as sculpting goes. When it comes to sculpting, I love precision, I don't execute it as well as I would like, but that's what I aim for. And I think that the precision that these two sculptors have just make the beauty of the whole of their work stand out. Perhaps some people are bored by it, but it inspires me .

 

 So, with some new teachers, I plug along - so happy to be back. I can't wait to start my next piece; however, this piece is still not complete, but she is coming along...


Because, for some reason, people tend to think these are life size (you weirdos) I will clarify that this piece, as are most of my pieces,  is about (and only) 10 inches tall. I would like to work bigger, but for whatever reason, this is what comes.

Still working out some issues and still working on the hands, and she's holding a gun, which I knew would be a struggle for me (hard to not meh out on that portion of it). What do I know about guns...? Not a whole lot. I've probably combined revolver aspects with automatic aspects. Whatever. She's a goat lady, she can have whatever kind of gun she wants.


and we can see here there are some shoulder blade issues, something just aint right. As well, she needs some kind of hair, which I haven't decided on yet.

A lot of the time, I end up not pushing myself for better and accepting imperfections that seem minor at the time. But, I'm too annoyed by previous sculptures that I look at now and say "why didn't I just keep working that..." So, perhaps, this time I will. So there.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

And now, for something a little different...

Day two.

She has been waiting to come out of my hands for such a long time, she's been very patient. But, I don't think she expected to have a goats head.

It's been so long since I've done a piece that different ideas have been floating around; I decided what the hell and merged them. Kill two birds with one stone.

This picture doesn't really do it justice and she looks a little like an alien at this point, but it will come together.

I am using paper clay this time around. It's interesting. Apparently, it's a lot stronger and you can fire the hell out of it and it wont blow up (very good), but I've had an issue or two with it as well. I really have to use supports more than I've had to with clay that uses sand for grog.

As I finished up last night, I realized that one eye is much lower than the other... lame. I think she also looks way to tiny in the waist. Her boobs, though, are utterly fantastic (again, photo does not do justice), and, really, that's what is most important. Right?

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Blank Slate

Day one of a new piece. The inspiration for this sculpture has been my laptop wallpaper for well over a year. And so it begins.

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