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Clay Figures

I took a Sculpture class at a local university, and it was the first medium I used for sculpting.  It’s an ever-consuming addiction that I cannot get rid of. Time and time again, I return to my urge of taking soft, moist, pliable clay in my hands and letting my imagination roll. 
Whatever self-discipline I have in making of functional ware, I lose it in making sculptural work.  I rely on pure instinct between my hands and imagination.

In times of high stress, deep sorrow or pure joy – I let my creativity harness my emotions.  My work has brought tears to many eyes – see “Circle of Love” (my reaction to Sandy Hook Elementary Shooting in Newtown, Ct.), and “At the Marathon Humanity Cried” after bombing at the Boston Marathon.  And at times left some pondering see “The Voice”.  Some work brings out joy as I celebrated sisterhood in “Enchantresses” and “Made from Same Cloth” series.


 

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