The group gathered for the first time on Monday 16th July, and an enthusiastic lot they are too. We’ll get a group photo and post it as soon as I can get everyone to stay still long enough to take one.
They were given a plan of the horse; the first step being to make four slabbed legs.
The clay (Feeneys Buff Raku (BRT)) was slabbed and cut to a pattern before being rolled into the hollow cone to form the leg. The cone’s edges were scratched and slipped before joining, then tooth ribbed smooth on the outside. Leg and seam were paddled to compress and seal. A small roll of clay was pressed down the inside seam to make sure it was sealed properly.
Plan for horse sculpture, 1.2m high
The leg was stood upside down (cling film wrapped around the thigh edge so the clay would remain soft enough to add a flange at the beginning of the next class) and hooves added.
The leg was then left to stand with a newspaper tent over the top to prevent rapid drying.
I’m doing the creativity games and exercises in Edward De Bono’s book ‘How to have Creative Ideas’, and along with a new sparky brain, it seems one also becomes more energised generally. Well, that’s how I’m explaining away this unusual spurt of physical exercise I find myself doing….
This morning, stratus clouds ensured there was no frost, but it was bitter cold anyway. Needed somewhere new to walk today so drove down to the Lake, and trusty camera in tow, headed off around the shore.
I met a woman walking her dogs the other day, and she reckoned she walked every day by the river or lake because it helped her feel that she was getting more for her Council rates than just her rubbish collected! It’s true too. The Council have done a fabulous job opening up the river and lake foreshore to people. And it’s good to see so many folk and their kids and dogs taking advantage of the walkways.
I must admit though, that at first I thought the gloomy morning would mean a lack of photo opportunities; how wrong could I be. The overcast skies actually added to the mystical atmosphere and some of the shots look like I’m in a remote backwater, not bustley old Hamilton.
Yet ANOTHER frosty morning. Saw a few clouds in the sky at dawn and thought that this may be the last of the frosts for a while so threw on several layers of clothing and dashed out the door (forgot my hat though which was rather silly). Decided to head to Claudelands Park and the remnant old preserved bush that runs down the side of it.
Was like entering a magical world with various tantilising paths leading off to unknown adventures. So easy to get caught up in the sights, sounds and patterns of this old bush. Had to jog to ‘catch up’ and get back home at a decent time.
Another frost this morning so up and out early to the river. Have found that if I take my camera with me the walk becomes part of my artistic practice, and the act of taking photos forces me to see details otherwise overlooked. The walk may take longer but I think of it as ‘getting to the studio 1 hr earlier’ rather than ‘exercise’.
Loving the silhouettes of winter branches against sky and water.
There’s a stunning persimmon tree outside my lounge. The wax-eyes are so fat from gorging on the ripe fruit, they can hardly fly. I love the sound of the birds seriously busy about their dining – there’s sparrows, starlings, miners, wax-eyes galore; and feeding on the fallen fruit, blackbirds.
I also love the pattern of the branch and fruit silhouettes against the stunning blue, frosty sky. Wonder how I could incorporate it into my work?