The New Year heralds the
start of a new piece of sculpture. Its origin dates back to a painting that I made at the speed of light as
Annabelle rolled from one pose to another. At the time she was modelling for a
half life-size reclining figure. This time around she’ll be modelling for a
life-size figure.
To refresh your memory, here
is the painting again. It is a tangle of lips, breasts, arms and hands that beg
to be interpreted three dimensionally.
If art can be likened to
love, the opening verses of Andrew Marvell’s poem The Definition of Love sum up the difficulties I face in turning my
vision into reality.
My love is of a
birth as rare
As ‘tis
for object strange and high;
It
was begotten in despair
Upon
impossibility.
Magnanimous
despair alone
Could
show me so divine a thing
Where
feeble hope could ne’er have flown,
But
vainly flapp’d its tinsel wing.
In the weeks to come you can
follow the work in progress. In the meantime, the picture below, along with
faded photographic references of past work, are the measurements I need to set
up my clay for the first modelling session.
The photographic references
that I use to remind my model of the exact arrangement of a pose are another
story. And that I will tell you about some other time.
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