Once upon a time I took an art class wherein we were to determine, by process of elimination, which medium we worked best in. We did collage, wire sculpture, printmaking, and paint. Of the 8 or 9 students in the class, I was the only one who made a two-dimensional (rather than 3-D) sculpture. It seemed three-dimensional stuff was not my thing. (Actually I was thinking practically: “I’ve got to get this home on the airplane, so it has to fit in my luggage without getting smashed.) I can work three-dimensionally, but I’m not going to use this scarecrow to prove it.
He’s not terrible-looking, but I’m a little concerned about the arm and shoulder on the right (in the photo). I don’t know what happened there. While I was willing to remake his jeans, I was not willing to disassemble his shirt and sleeve structure. Let’s just say I’ve learned a lot from this experience.
If you think I’m going to say I learned that I’m not good at it and should quit while I’m only a little bit behind the rest of the kids, you don’t know me. I’m not good at it, this is true, but it’s because I lack experience. I’m going to have to get me some more.
I’m almost done with this guy and we’ll just see what lies on my horizon.