Art is an uncomfortable obssession. So it turns out this one didn't like the horns, and now tells me she's not a jinn, but a fallen angel, and actually Demeter. She's big, but not as big as Venus, and will have vines trailing over her. I'm putting on her legs, working out the balance of weight, and all the difficult stuff. Aiming to get her installed outside Cobweb Designs by the Sculpture Trail/Easter weekend. Endless polishing of the wax by scraping, bloody hours of it. I'm like the potato-mountain building dude in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, totally, ridiculously obssessed. And I won't be able to rest until she's installed. Then I'll go back to making the little ones again, for a while...
I haven't been able to settle on making any small sculptures lately. No use fighting the urge, looks like I'm making another life sized sculpture instead. This one will be a horned jinn. I've put out a call to locals to source ram and goat skulls for the horns, so if you are local, and can help me, please email me via my contact page.
This sculpture incorporates a lot of very rich leatherwood wax from my new Beeman (and no, I won't share him, so don't ask :)). I tend to work more at night to avoid the bees, and wasps, but can't always resist, so it's an apply wax, then dash away for a bit, while the bees swarm, kind of operation. I also have to watch out for my dogs who nab good bones from my work bench while my back is turned.
As usual this sculpture is pushing me hard to make her, telling me exactly what she wants, and how she wants it, so she's coming together pretty quickly at this point. We'll see, but I suspect I'll be busy for a while.
More photos down the track.
Last bone collecting day I found three raven feathers, one by one, spread out over a distance of road verges. Being a bit of a hippy chick I took it to be pretty special, a bit of raven magic. By the time I got home--after getting bitten by a Jack Jumper (Tassie bullant with a bloody nasty sting) and being followed by two really cute, but very insistent dogs (might have been my backpack filled with bones?)--I'd decided to make the Raven Hexen.
I set out my bones, ready for cleaning and bleaching, went inside to get a beer, and came back out to see my dogs munching on the choicest. This is the danger of working with bones, my dogs share my obsession.
In making the Hexen I worked from the broomstick up. So by the time each broomstick was done I had a good idea of the type of witch who owned it.
I tend to work fairly compulsively on my sculptures. I don't over think things, and I let my intuitive side take over. It feels as if the sculpture I'm making is telling me what to do, and I'm just going along for the ride. Anyway, these Hexen exhausted me. And it didn't stop at three, after the Raven Hexen, two more witches demanded to be made. These two were pretty out there, with one having a little demon, and the bone equivalent of fluffy dice hanging from her broomstick, and the other insisting on a ridiculously feathery broomstick, and a boa. I said no to the boa.
Tasmanian wax sculptor, photomedia artist and writer.