Long time, no write. This week I finished my little collared friends, who are now awaiting their 06 sauna. I am then planning to lust fire the metal elements. These pieces were made based on a collection of collared cups that I created in 2020 before everything went to hell. They are poorly thrown (and truly not trimmed) but I always give them to people as gifts and 2 people actually bought them from me. Inspired by my past I was encouraged to create.... POTS a spooky revelation for a sculptor. I handbuilt the bottom half, added the collar, and then threw the top portion. I love being bad at throwing, i purposefully take like 1 minute to throw these so they end up wonky. It allows for beautiful skin-like folds to occur. I am thinking of covering the raw clay body in encaustic wax. I had thought of firing them hot baby but my old ass glaze told me 06 max anyway.
In a similar vein, I have returned to my sexy shoe planter from earlier this year and made a fun little vase. started on friday and finished her up today literally insane I never make work quickly. I have been obsessed with this drawing of a shoe from a book on fetish, the image is originally from a magazine. I hope I have altered it enough for it to be ethical for this piece to be in my portfolio, the planter I made was left out. But I've removed a solid portion of the drawing and added color, obviously made a 2D into 3D so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I have one more rug to make and then I think my little baby rugs are done. There are extra of those sculptures but I am not in love with them so they may be left in the dust.
Overall, the vibe is.... unsure honestly. I am considering making a little baby shoe vase just to see if I can. I want to go out and grab some roses hang em upside down and let them dry, for presentation I want to place the dead ass roses in the shoe vase. My mom hates roses and I always found it very funny.
The idea of romance is so..... constructed in our society. Either way I am getting the feeling that I can no longer make work about sex it is no longer relatable I am a born again virgin at this point so what the fuck can I make at this point. I am wondering if I need to be considering the true point of the art. Intimacy. I tend to go with the physical bc well, I will always identify as a slut. But is that what i truly seek in this world?? Annoyingly, no. I do ultimately hope to once again find emotional intimacy and of course the two are tied together but. Maybe I am searching for something more... soft? I go for mouths and dicks and vulvas and assholes and tits but I think I need to think about idk holding hands? How embarrassing. Rude that theres no point to life, so the only value that exists in life are the connections you make with others.... At this point I crave the feeling of leaning on someone as you watch a movie at the theater you know what I mean? I am starting to think my work needs to change its course. At least until someone bites the bullet and makes a huge mistake: fucking me. And to admit to this during of all times scorpio season ???
Anyway I'm done with my Carrie Bradshaw fantasy, thanks for reading / sorry you had to read this.