I have a sneaking empathy for the wicked queen in Snow White !
Not because I wish to murder all the beauties in Winchester , or have an allergy to all small miners with beards . The queen , when she looked into the magic mirror always saw a little more than she barginned for .
Similarly there is a time as I am finishing any sculpture when I look at it , all hope and any potential of the piece is dragged back down by my perception , dashing all it's subtlety and poetry .
It is like looking at a self portrait with a rather large forehead tattoo describing all ones short comings and bad habits .
The style and execution echoes my hidden inadequacies .
It's quiet a shock as you can imagine and Noel has become an expert at negotiating these periods .Some artists can destroy the piece loosing months of work , but I have discovered that with a little time the strengths can surface out of the mire and grow from the weakneses .
With a little more time the work actually starts to exist on it's own and the glimpse into the mirror is replaced by the beginning of another journey .
So , no , I have no need to dress in drag or leave small children in the woods .... But I have a rather tasty apple here if you would fancy a bite !
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