Flesh it out.

If you catch me staring at you, it’s only because in my head I’m admiring what makes you unique and trying to sculpt your face in clay. Don’t make it weird.

This class has really wrinkled my brain and although I had much appreciation for the human form before, I confess I am profoundly obsessed now. It opened my eyes to a new perspective that my hands desperately need to best convey what’s in this heart.

You’d think with how much we see faces and people, we’d have no trouble replicating them in 3D, but getting into it - you find there’s such a science to it all.

Layering bits of clay here to crate a brow bone, removing some to create ear cavitites. The tiniest detail corrections in the name of the Golden Ratio make all the difference. Each move giving the piece more and more personality, more life.

The class is only one day a week and not enough. I think about my new friend all the time, miss her even, when I'm away. Fingers anxiously itching to unwrap her and work on her more. This type of creation is the ultimate slow-down. One simply can’t rush through something so complex as a human face.

As I’m sure you can imagine, my first solo sculptures will without a doubt incorporate ancient forest whimsy, evocative elemental beings.

What a gift to voice oneself through something as inarguable as the human expression. She’s still a work in progress as we’re only halfway through the course but already you can begin to sense emotion coming from her tilted head as if looking toward the moon. I can not wait to see how the rest of her story unfolds.