Photo taken while I was demonstrating hand built clay at the OC Fair. When I sculpt my ceramic heads, a feeling of drama often comes over me. I become someone else, flirtatious, acting out a scene in a land far off. I become one with the clay. I use a paper clay that allows me to work on it day after day, often a delay of a few days. It is completed when high fired, then the eyes and lips are painted in.
Sophie comes from Atlanta Georgia, strong in her pursuit of a companion. Sculpted in paper clay, high fired, then I hand paind her eyes and lips. Just looking at her makes for a delightful day.
Photo taken while I was demonstrating hand built clay at the OC Fair. When I sculpt my ceramic heads, a feeling of drama often comes over me. I become someone else, flirtatious, acting out a scene in a land far off. I become one with the clay. I use a paper clay that allows me to work on it day after day, often a delay of a few days. It is completed when high fired, then the eyes and lips are painted in.