Clay Head Delight

This week I had to model a head out of clay. Another gulp. However, turns out I really enjoyed it.

I'm not sure why, but I'm so much more confident if I'm just using my hands - rather than a tool in my hands. I think it's an instinctive thing.

So, I stuck a nail in a piece of board (and also stuck the nail into the table. Sorry, Duncan). Then I slapped a piece of clay onto the nail and, an hour later, a head had formed.

It was good, feeling my face to check what went where, then translating it into the clay. (Although, according to the end result, I have eye sockets the size of footballs, large wonky ears and a collapsed back of head. Yup, not far off).

I went back the next day to finish it off, again, really enjoying myself. Although I wasn't so happy when I realised my little man was turning into Hitler. But nothing a flat cap and scarf couldn't sort.

And the moral of the tale? If you make something you really like, TAKE A PHOTO, before you cover it in gunky latex, never to probably be seen in its original light again.

So sadly, you'll just have to imagine my Hitler-esque, hollow-eyed, flat cap wearing little sculpture.