Excited that I finally have some energy to put into sculpting! The armature is the hardest part for me- although it's easy to find the materials and work with wire, I really have to plan out proportions and double check things a lot - especially the legs. Then the fun part-- slapping the clay on. Although this time I got a giant bag of self-hardening clay, which does crack if it dries too fast. That's another problem but. Yeah. I'll see what happens..
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Here my Frankenstein looks out to the decaying lighthouse, also the lab where he was created.
One thing that has been on my mind for a while is this reoccurring story of Gilgamesh the traveler. It's a part of the ancient epic where Gilgamesh's greatest friend Enkidu dies, and suffering from loss Gilgamesh sets out to the edges of the world hoping to find answers behind the mysterious force of death. Basically this illustration came out of that sort of singular, searching feeling. As is so beautiful about the story of Frankenstein; as a monster we don't expect him to have such a painful consciousness of things. So here he is on the rocky shore of existence.
There is something profound about coming to the sea, or looking out to the horizon. It's something of loneliness, of recognizing your singularity in the vastness. One of those really human moments. Here's a shot from Fellini's I Vitelloni that I love.
Posted by M.S. at 2:22 AM
Friday, May 4, 2012
It got its own corner. And look at the shadows. This makes me happy.
Posted by M.S. at 2:40 PM