Here is a short video of my progress on the vase, it is still at a very early stage, but idk I don’t like it lol but at the same time I am very excited and obsessed?

I guess what I don’t like is how the adult figure looks childlike or like a caricature, in the photo my mom is tall and slim. Her dress has elongated folds and vertical textural lines. In the sculpture everything is more rounded and blobby and I know it is mainly because I just started building the sculpture part and they are not super well defined yet. Still, it’s throwing me off to look at it while I sculpt my sister and me. lol while this is an issue now, I am confident in my abilities and I am excited and grateful to be able to explore through clay.

I was talking to Kaden the other day about the meditative state he gets in when sculpting and how I didn’t really realize or acknowledge how something similar happens to me.

I think about the figures I am building so much, I think about their emotions, their worries, what they did to have fun, who they could count on, if they “fit” in, if they had a yummy meal or a fun friends/family gathering that month or week, if my grandpa had gone home drunk that week and argued with everybody in this path, or just gave money to everybody to go buy toys and candy… I just think about all of it. The last time worked on the piece I was super focused on my mom’s emotions not only during that exact moment when the photo was taken but beyond that, I think there she was around my age, 26 or 27 y/o and she is a single mother of 2 girls and that alone is insane to think about as a current 27-year-old who has nothing figured out and then add all of the past cultural, family and generational trauma, and now raise those two little girls lol

I hate getting this “deep” or personal on the blog but, when writing about what I am currently working on, I guess my thoughts just all connect, and then it all clicks and I write.

Sowwy byeeeeee.

is clay magic?