I’m giving away these imperfectly perfect birds, starting with the one on the left - July 13! The winner will be announced by 4PM the 15th (PST) and will continue down with the other two.
To enter watch out for future posts on instagram and follow the directions there :)
I'm also planning on doing a raffle/auction for the remaining pieces from the Nucleus Gallery Show so keep a watch out if you're interested!
Thanks guys!
amy
silly bird sketches… :x
So many things went wrong with this guy after it was sitting on the shelf waiting to be bisque-fired. I came back the next morning and his arm had broken off, not sure if it was a construction issue or if someone had tried to lift him. Even after the fixes and glaze, I had to pry him off his cookie which required breaking his leg and ear/antennae. The coin slot works but doesn’t accept quarters, and the ramp I was trying to build inside doesn’t actually work the way I wanted. But c’est la vie. You live and learn and hope it’ll all make sense eventually.
When I first had this idea I thought it would be poetic for the areas where they were touching be the only areas where they were joined. Turns out that makes for terrible construction. If you were to lift the two and twist one just any degree opposite than the other, in a bone-dry state, they will break and break it did. I’m glad it wasn’t worse than it was and I’m not sure why I had to stress myself out like that because all I wanted was them to come out solid together and yet the gentleness of their connection begged to be tested. I don’t know where these thoughts come from.
Those who have had a profound impact on me were those who could see the poetry in their lives and share with others how their past connected the dots to their life’s decisions to pursue their evolving unknown and thus great adventure. It’s never epic in the way we think, but rather a “long walk in the park.” I’m grateful to have met so many teachers who remind me there’s always so much to learn and that making peace with the past can open more futures. Who would’ve thought going back was going forwards?
At the time I was wrestling with my own inability to communicate the discrepancy I felt inside with what was going on. This helped to remind me that I did not feel good and needed to speak up for myself.
