I wish I could tell you that I sketched out the lovely profile of Ms Hammerhead and carefully sculpted her exactly as I dreamed her. But that is hardly the case. I was in the early stages of creating a tiny head and bust by hand for a new sparkle globe and decided I … Continue reading
Long and Winding Road
Life’s like that: a series of twists and turns where you end up in an unexpected place. Maybe it makes you laugh, maybe you feel frightened by what you cannot predict. Sometimes life takes you to a place you’ve never been before that feels like it’s home. Or perhaps you wander into a dead-end alley … Continue reading
Chill ….
Remember that feeling, so peaceful, that you imagine your thoughts are gently carried on a cool breeze? Let the world swirl around you, while you sit back and … chill. Chill: original hand sculpted clay head, with a headdress of clear and iridescent cubed beads to suggest ice. Wood base painted with layers of … Continue reading
Running Out of Time snow globe
Running out of time … what if it weren’t that time were running out? What if you were running? This globe reminded me of the powerful thoughts in Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five. Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim has become “unstuck in time” — but in a larger sense, we are all able to do this, by focusing … Continue reading
Scissorhands sparkle globe
Ah, Scissorhands, the sound of one hand slicing. A sculpted clay hand in bronze tones wears gold-toned scissors at the ready. When shaken the snow globe explodes with flecks of silvery slivers, and an echo of shimmering iridescent gold dust settles slowly, as though this scissored hand has the ability to slice the atmosphere itself. … Continue reading
WISH, a simple snow globe
Close your eyes and make a wish. There — sparkling in the sunshine, whispering on the tips of dandelion seeds, your wishes ride off into the breeze. Shake this snow globe and watch the tiny silver flecks shimmer and float, mimicking the dandelion’s dance. Wish. And wish again. WISH, one of a kind snow globe … Continue reading