Sculpture no.10 – finally finished! Many, many pieces to mold when you’re attempting to create a ghost horse dragging a palette of random bones and skulls to the boneyard…
I call this piece – Ghost Guns; Homage to Jacob Marley.
The horse is named Gilpin in tribute to my favorite poetess, Laura Gilpin
This sculpt was created with air dry clay, she weighs in at 20 pounds, 2 ft long, 1 1/2 ft high, 1 1/2 ft across
I hope you’re managing the days…
am:)
Sculpt no.9 – it seems I’ve entered my love-of-Bowie phase late in life. During Major Tom’s aka Hank-Olin’s creation, the best of Bowie rocked my studio. (this sculpt stands at 22 inches tall and weighs approx 18 pounds – Hank is weightless in space of course)
Hank-Olin is near to my heart 
He needs care and love – as he is sweet and kind. He’s concerned over earth’s fate, so he has tethered our precious blue marble to his space mitt. He’ll hold on as long as possible…
If you’re ever in the area and you’ve not been yet, the UFO Fair in Pine Bush, NY, is a gas.
Saturday, June 7th, 10am to 4 pm. Rain date – June 8th. May the fun be with you
Onward and upward we all spin on this crazy blue marble!
am:)
Jasper the Mad Jester & Universal Clown makes sculpt no. 8 for me. What a clay quest I’ve been on – each character brings their own set of unique challenges. Learning as I go – each trip takes my mind away from the real world. Jasper is 12″ tall from boot to tip of hat.
Jasper dances and sprinkles stars through many universes. When in our galaxy, he enjoys dangling the moon and placing a gold ‘disco’ boot upon the earth to quietly remind – the joke is on us – as we sometimes think we’re quite grand – we control nothing at all – the universe will always have the upper hand.
I hope you’re managing through this mess we’re in…
am:)
Well, Genevieve of Greenland Glacier, aka ‘Cloven’ is finally done. Thanks to the suggestion of my beautiful daughter (we have children to steal their youthful ideas
) I used silk flowers rather than sculpting leaves. I flew in the butterflies for scale.
Genevieve is a woodland nymph who lives among the birch trees in Qinngua Valley. She is shy, loving and kind. She will remain hidden until earth’s bipedal ‘thinking’ inhabitants (& this planet’s supposed guardians) master the art of PEACE.
Genevieve of Greenland Glacier is sculpt #8 for me. At first, I’d given Genevieve a much different paint scheme which turned out horrid (I teared up a little). I thought perhaps a green coat might suit this timid dear girl. Much better. Phew! And what fun creating her mini-ornamentation.
Each new sculpt lobs its own unique challenges – disasters that I either fail or face 
as I continue on with this clay infatuation. ..
Here’s to us moving forward together…
Thank you
am:)
This cryptid sculpt is the Loveland Frogman. I created collages of a few cryptid/creature illustrations for the UFO Fair (loads of outrageous fun- JUNE 7th – Pine Bush, NY).
My husband, Keith, requested the Frogman collage (orange bkgd painting shown) to hang over his desk. Now, as I’ve crashed into sculpting, he requested a Frogman sculpt to live as a silent desk-partner. I’m glad he asked for this critter. The Frogman was great fun to make.
Have a wonderful weekend
I hope you’re managing through the madness.
For those who celebrate the day – Hoppy Easter
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but you can call her Alice. I based Alice on an illustration I created a few years back. It was challenging and quite liberating breaking this alien-mermaid out of her 2D paper-prison.
Diggi Lann, or Alice, as we affectionately call her here in Pine Bush, NY, home to northeast alien abductions and encounters, is a loving soul…❤️
The element of water mesmerizes those in its sight, extraterrestrials strive for knowledge and community, together, these two wield the awesome power of PEACE.☮️
hope you’re all managing along
am🌎
This is Barney. He was created with 25 lbs of air dry clay. This is my third creature sculpt – and to-date I’ve learned 1,000 ways how not to sculpt. Working toward 1,000 more…
How I wish I could waken him and send him to D.C. – Barney enjoys eating orange men whose chests beat with dark hearts…
II did this sculpture at 17 years of age. It was the only one, of four sculptures, to return home without crumbling. Sadly, she did eventually break apart. I never gave her the fighting chance she’d deserved.
I wasn’t interested in school. It was difficult for me to take direction from anyone. I was one of those perpetual daydreamers. Perhaps, if I’d listened to my art teacher, my sculptures would’ve survived.
The image shown here I call Grieving Woman in Clay. She was about two feet long. To this day, her image remains in my studio. The loss of her long ago, is what prompted my return to clay 44 years later…
I hope you’re all managing with this weather.
am:)
The joy of imaginary playdoh. My first few sculpts have been created with airdry clay. In the coming months, I hope to venture into polymer. As a poor excuse for a kitchen Italian, I find the oven a tad out of my zone, and polymer clay requires oven-baking to set. I’ll get there at some point. Just not yet. This is Sculpt No.2.
Brick by brick, tooth by tooth the learning continues…
Here in Hudson Valley, NY, after the holidays with the trees barren and winter white no longer serving Christmas Card purpose, it can get bleak. This is the long stretch to spring. Any creating can be cathartic, maybe even add a little warmth in the fingertips.
I hope you are all doing well.
am:)
The television tucked behind sliding woody doors – like a Christmas surprise. Counting down the days till Rudolph would soar above our shag-carpeted family room. My sisters, brother and I waited. And when that bulb-nosed deer finally arrived, we watched him save cinematic Christmas. All of us resting our laurels on orange shag. Each of us smiling.
Every Christmas, I retell my children how today’s young lot miss a wonderful life. The escalating thrill, that building joy of patience – of waiting – waiting – and finally – experiencing the ALL of Christmas. There were no multiple viewing times, streaming services, faces staring at ass-pocket phones – we traveled together in one pocket of time. Playing outdoors, watching holiday shows, building snow people…
And yes, though sometimes not by choice, we’d have chosen it anyway. The uncanny warmth, the holiday magic bursting forward when we celebrated together.
Then at New Year’s, how we gathered again. Our home open to all relatives and friends. We watched the ball descend while ringing Uncle Jimmy’s silly noisemakers. We stayed up late. Everyone woke to pancakes and a new year of unknowns shrouded in mystery and love.
My childhood was the last generation of un-instant gratification. ‘Twas a glorious time indeed.
This little cat is my daughter’s beloved Clam. I sculpted him as a special Christmas gift. Clam was adopted months ago. This was his first Christmas with us. I’m happy to report that both Clam the Cat, and Mojo the Dachshund, are peacefully hanging out.
I do so hope you all are doing well.
And a happy, happy New Year to all!
am:)
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