too tired from sculpture class to say much. tonight we had to model each other's faces in pairs, same exercise as last week (after Giacometti) only this time someone else sculpted an image of "me" and I hated it but I didn't run far away like I might have once and my teacher said my own work was strong so at least there's that. really it was sort of Euan Uglow gone 3D-ish, it can be challenging to find a very individual language in sculpting this early into my explorations but it's almost there. as for my "image", it was described by a classmate, looking on at the person making "me", as cherubic but I am maturing more angularly...I feel I am hollowing out. I may disagree with any of the represented traits and then, I surrender passively to that person's expression of them, for according to certain principles they must constitute an impression I myself materialized based on lingering experiences of ?
anyway...
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