Delicate Donkey lifts a hoot. I wasn’t quite happy with his pose, but when I put him back on his support rod his foot was lifted a little, and now I think it looks right.
He was going to be holding a unicorn mask, but after trying it I prefer him without. Why the camera has turned him pink I don’t know, but it suits him.
And a still very rough friend, Not a Sausage:
Mary had a little goat
As hairy as a comet
She dressed it in a little coat
And christened it Baphomet
I’ve been doing an open studio for the Castlemaine State Festival, working on three pieces. This one was originally a maquette for a planned larger piece, but as I liked how he was turning out I decided to finish him. When he’s naked he’s a rough shadow in the woods; dressed up, he’s Monsieur le Marquis. Here are some in-progress shots. Looking at these, I realise I’ve lost the original shape of his coat tails, which I want to restore.
A Raven for a Writing Desk
Bronze, open edition, 2017
12.5 cm / 5 ” long
‘In the business of creation you could use some motivation,’
Said the grim and ancient Raven from the Night’s Plutonian shore.
‘Are you lazing, are you drowsing, are you goofing off and browsing
On the internet again? Then think on this, and nothing more:
You’ll soon be dust, and what you haven’t written ere you pass Death’s door
Will be written — Nevermore!’
With the yard for the road, neighbour’s fence for the parapet and a ladder for a horse, figuring out how much the characters can actually see. Conclusion: if they’re near the parapet they could probably see down to the river, and if they’re in the middle of the road probably not, which suits me as I don’t really want to do a full view of the city here.
Off to the foundry tomorrow — early start to try and beat the traffic. Supervising welding and patina, and hopefully I’ll come home with some rabbits and ravens.
I’ve got another slightly discounted Plague Doctor bird on Etsy. He has a little blob of metal in his eye — maybe a plague boil?
I’m picking up new stock from the foundry on Saturday. Can’t remember which pieces, though there should be some snails.