My clay work doesn’t just involve clay, sometimes it involves wielding a drill, which involves understanding when a masonry drill bit is necessary and when an ordinary one would do. Assembling and creating sculpture means that I get distracted and fascinated by metal rods in hardwares stores, when my friends get distracted by shoes and handbags. Also that I have nearly a chemist's knowledge of adhesives and glues, which I have to say, is not a real conversation starter. And the contents of my tool box is more extensive than my husband’s.
Being a sculptor means that a manicure is as useful for me as an ashtray is on the back of a motorcycle. I have resigned myself to perpetual back ache (I think I may have put one of my chiropractors children through college) and being mistaken for a street person when I am in my studio clothes. But when a sculpture comes together and exceeds all my expectations..which doesn’t happen as often as I would like... it makes it all worth it and all the aches and pains, the disappointments, the doubt, shrink to an insignificant little dot. The sun comes out, the planets align, the angels sing, I grin stupidly at the world and I do a funny little happy dance and kiss my dogs...on the lips...repeatedly.
This latest series of sculpture has been brewing for awhile. It originated with the idea of Totem Poles, where Native Americans would illustrate their beliefs, culture and art in wood. But I liked the idea of being more abstract with the symbolism, to embrace other elements in nature and celebrate them.