Still drawing “something” in clay. Continuing the adventure, here’s some evidence of the current actions.
Ranging in size from Jack Russell-ish to large Rottweiler (sitting up — see teacup for scale). As you can see, the original Crazy Leg sculpture from October has mutated, or mutilated into a secondary more civilized figure — lost some of the bad manners and outspoken-ness of the original — which literally flew apart everytime I turned my back.
Also, for your enjoyment further text and pictures from a very nice clay exhibition from earlier this fall, NYC, Paul Clay, Salon 94, and Roberta Smith’s accompanying review: “Is clay the new video?”. Merely a web witness, I missed the actual experience.