This is an angel I have sculpted out of wax which will be made into a sand mold for the USM Iron pour!!!! I know you all are thinking to your selves ... Wow an Iron Angel how awesome is that!!!... well ok maybe not, but you just wait and see she is gonna be and awesome Iron Angel.....lol....
Monday, September 7, 2009
In Progress Sculpture
Ok here we go: these are a few of the in progress sculptures I am currently working on.... Keep checkin back to see the progress i make..

This is an angel I have sculpted out of wax which will be made into a sand mold for the USM Iron pour!!!! I know you all are thinking to your selves ... Wow an Iron Angel how awesome is that!!!... well ok maybe not, but you just wait and see she is gonna be and awesome Iron Angel.....lol....
This is an angel I have sculpted out of wax which will be made into a sand mold for the USM Iron pour!!!! I know you all are thinking to your selves ... Wow an Iron Angel how awesome is that!!!... well ok maybe not, but you just wait and see she is gonna be and awesome Iron Angel.....lol....
The Poetry of a Potter

The Poetry of a Potter
The poetry of a potter is not spoken from the mouth, but from the hands.
It is not heard by the ears, but by the eyes, which delight in its beauty.
It is not heard by the ears, but by the eyes, which delight in its beauty.
The potter is a chameleon through her medium,
displaying her feelings through the many moods of clay.
displaying her feelings through the many moods of clay.
Smooth, tall, and straight - maybe she’s feeling confident and strong.
Rough, wrinkled and small - maybe she’s feeling hurt.
Rough, wrinkled and small - maybe she’s feeling hurt.
A bowl with soft frilly edges - sweet and shy perhaps.
A vase with a wide mouth - seeking happiness, ready to receive love.
A vase with a wide mouth - seeking happiness, ready to receive love.
An angel painstakingly carved and posed,
Her creative juices are flowing.
Her creative juices are flowing.
Her feelings are revealed,
Her emotions brought to light, for all to interpret.
Her emotions brought to light, for all to interpret.
She sings her soul in every creation.
Her thoughts are absorbed by the softness of the mud.
Her thoughts are absorbed by the softness of the mud.
She opens a new bag of clay, fresh and untouched,
Like a writer whose paper is clean.
Like a writer whose paper is clean.
Her ideas flow from her fingertips,
Unspoken words divulged through shape.
Unspoken words divulged through shape.
This poetry of a potter, whose medium is clay,
Will long exist, when she is no more.....
Will long exist, when she is no more.....
by Crista Nelson
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Thinking of doing a sculpture involving shoes, womens shoes inparticular.. This is an old painting I did of you guessed it a boot... anyway it is my inspiration for the possible sculpture I a thinking about doing.. we will see.... check back and tune in to see if these boots were made for walking....
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