I was able to get the photos of this project loaded to my computer tonight while watching Sense and Sensibility with 3 girls-o-my-heart, always a treat.
This is what the big deal was. I may be weird here, but sometimes I hold this small sculpture in my hand and think to myself, This is the SURFACE of a painting. And I'm HOLDING it in my HAND.
It astonishes me every time. It reminds me to wonder.
Here's a close-up of the surface. Once I peeled the surface up from the board, I had to gradually heat and fuse it together to keep the layers from splitting. the layers of colors were still underneath, so after I got it into a sort of solid shape it was time to start using the pottery tools to scrape away some of the layers and find the inherent colors and shape.
to scale on the windowsill.
It was a nervous business, sometimes, deciding what to remove and what should stay. Some pieces of the sculpture lost their structure and I had to continually re-fuse when that happened to reinforce the integrity of the piece. I lost some of my favorite parts during the constant restructuring and discovered new beauties that I couldn't have foreseen.
The high lighting reveals some of the color striations.
There are so many layers beneath the surface, such complexity and such beauty that is buried. But all of that history behind the surface, lifted up and discovered in a new dimension, transforms.