I thought I should post some pictures of what I am doing. And I am doing a lot believe or not.
You're only going to get snippets because, well, you'll have to wait until the end, until I am done to see the whole thing.
This first one is a bird. No seriously. Can you believe it?
Bur really, I like the way this guy is turning out. My knowledge of the clay is getting better so that I can introduce positions that I wasn't comfortable with before. I'm really liking his turn, his wing lift and his neck movement.
I'll be doing a lot of crows. They are important to this project. That little white dude was going to be a kinglet, but I think his beak is a little too thick for that, but I do like the way my finger 'strokes' have turned out on it.
Some little guys. Lots of little guys are going to be created. Check the pelican. So very.
hmmmm, what shall I leave you with this eve before Thanksgiving....
"I found the spot where truth echoes and know each beauty mark by heart.
But I just can't keep her still enough to render perfect art.
'Cause the truth is ever changing and although she loves my touch,
I've had my way, but I when I pray, she kisses back too much.
And it's hard to feel real gangster when you're always getting kissed.
But you jump at every pucker, 'cause your fear of getting dissed.
I try not to fight the parts of me that want to kiss her back.
Egos should be illegal. Mine just don't know how to act.
He tells me I don't need her. I should walk this path alone.
She's make believe. She's up my sleeve. I'd do better with a clone.
But could it be? It seems to me that she's my other half.
My inner-tarzan monkey girl, who's raised mainly by giraffes.
And besides she makes me laugh. 'Cause deep down I think she's stupid.
But deeper down, I'm just a clown starting bar room brawls with cupid like,
fuck that naked baby angel, yo! and gimme 2 more buttery nipples".
And God just re-invents herself as ice-cubes in my ripple."
But I just can't keep her still enough to render perfect art.
'Cause the truth is ever changing and although she loves my touch,
I've had my way, but I when I pray, she kisses back too much.
And it's hard to feel real gangster when you're always getting kissed.
But you jump at every pucker, 'cause your fear of getting dissed.
I try not to fight the parts of me that want to kiss her back.
Egos should be illegal. Mine just don't know how to act.
He tells me I don't need her. I should walk this path alone.
She's make believe. She's up my sleeve. I'd do better with a clone.
But could it be? It seems to me that she's my other half.
My inner-tarzan monkey girl, who's raised mainly by giraffes.
And besides she makes me laugh. 'Cause deep down I think she's stupid.
But deeper down, I'm just a clown starting bar room brawls with cupid like,
fuck that naked baby angel, yo! and gimme 2 more buttery nipples".
And God just re-invents herself as ice-cubes in my ripple."
Can you argue with that? Saul Williams. has a way. with words. My Thanksgiving gift to you.
love to all...
Beth
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