Autumn 2009, Featured Articles, Ragged Elf
Atlantia
The harvest sun is swelling the pumpkins in my veg patch and mysterious mushrooms dot the lawn in the damp mornings. A new season heralds a new project in my studio...
The harvest sun is swelling the pumpkins in my veg patch and mysterious mushrooms dot the lawn in the damp mornings. A new season heralds a new project in my stu
dio...
For many months now I have had an idea darting about in my head, a flash of silver and elusive movement, a building of inspiration. Now, with the onset of autumn, I have begun to put my ideas into reality. I am sculpting a mermaid.
I love to sculpt, I find it refreshingly immediate compared to my usual painstaking fine tickling of the pencil on paper; it is more physical and dynamic to model in three dimensions. I enjoy the problem solving aspects of balance, and the different materials of wire, wood, oil-based clay, pliers and modelling tools. Or perhaps it is just that old adage of 'a change is as good as a rest'...
I am trying to capture that fluid feeling of weightlessness, so I did not want to sculpt her static sitting on a rock. My merma
id, and she is called 'Atlantia' is twisting upwards through the water; I want her to have a sense of graceful power. She is a benevolent water spirit, not the traditional sinister depiction, and I want that goodness to shine from her being and her face. If I can make her a positive symbol of feminine beauty with a fish's tale then I will feel very happy.
I have been looking at the power and grace of the sculpture of Rodin, and the exquisite delicacy of th
e Jewellery of Lalique as sources of inspiration. Once she has been cast in bronze I hope she too will have a classical timeless quality.
At the moment, as I begin my third week of working on her (and she still needs long flowing hair and fishy scales, both essential mermaidian features); I continue to labour over honing the shape of her tail and the sweep of her brow. What is changeable now in grey wax will be set forever in bronze once she has been cast, and I don't want anything to niggle me when it's too late. As Scott Adams said;
"Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep".
I will endeavour to try and make sure I keep the right ones!

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