Or, this why I don’t do sculpture. Or, why moving is good, bad and ugly.
This little cow was my first attempt at sculpture in at the tender age of 6. I remember this being an assignment in first grade and that the sculpting medium was starch and sawdust. Can that be right? I also remember my poor little hands cracked and bled from working with the stuff. How we suffer for our art.
Why my mother saved it and gave it back to me 30 years later is a mystery. Why I kept it for 20 more years is an even greater mystery. I assure you it is now where it belongs, in the trash. Why the cow has a dark shadow on it’s back is not a mystery. I believed at the time that was what the teacher wanted us to do. It had something to do with shadows from the sun. I think I got it backwards and we were supposed to shade the under side of the cows darker because the sun came from above. Perhaps I was fascinated with the hairs growing out of the teacher’s chin and missed the point of the dark shadows lecture. Who can say? I do think it serves well as a reminder that 3-d art is not my strong suit and that letting go of things is healthy. Letting go of things is healthy. Letting go of things is healthy.
Oh, did I mention that I moved??? And that’s what I’ve been doing for the past several months? It’s good to be back.