Tuesday, December 7, 2010

New Work

















Finally able to post new work. Now I can put up pictures of the latet sculptures from my Ruidoso, New Mexico studio. I am working on an Apache warrior mask right now and hope to have him done by tomorow. I just finished and shipped two Horse sculptures, my latest in my series of clay animal sculptures. And today I took pictures of my new Warrior Sculpture Art. Actually it is a female mixed media wall sculpture. I call it a Goddess Warrior. She is magnificent. I was inspired by the subtle colors of the sea urchin necklace that I just bought in Albuquerque. She is a very realistic sculpture. Her presence in my studio is haunting and powerful. I can't decide if she an African sculpture or Aborigini or Native American Anasazi. .





The Mountain Man that was commissioned by a collector in California arrived and the client was very happy with his sculpture. The Santa that I finished went to his new home today and will be the center of the holiday table. More masks, more horses, more everything. I was just contacted by a gallery in Tubac, Arizona. I need to have a body of work ready to go by Dec 22...

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Becoming an Artist

I have always spent hours creating faces. As a child I rmemeber fashioning faces out of wet tissues and letting them dry. Then there was the first grade third place prize for the clay swans crudely sculpted , placed on a mirror and shredded tissue of snowflakes surrounded their "lake".
Spending hours drawing on cardboard and on my bedroom walls, I painted tiny dancers and people running and jumping, animals foraging in forests and mountians. Dreaming of far away places, far from the streets of New York City. I had a crude portfolio of drawings and sketches prepared for the High School of Music and Art. I knew in my heart that I was going to be an artist, after all that's what I was, wasn't it? My hopes were dashed when I receieved the letter saying that I was not accepted to the pretigious high school. Alas, I was banished to the all girl high school in the depths of the Bronx. Three transit buses and 2 hours away. I was devastated.