She's Done

My Cholita is done.

I started her over a year ago, at the workshop that I took with Janis Mars Wunderlich at Santa Fe Clay. She is my very first sculpture of this sort, ever.

And she's done, my kitsune. I started her in January of this year, so she only took eight months to complete. Most of that time was spent waiting, just to be fair.

And she's done, the butterfly calavera. I started her in February maybe? Though I have no idea, actually.

And she's done, too, this papel picado calavera.

I also started her in January.

But here's something annoying and that betrays my relative newness to this form: Three out of the four are either cracked or broken. Only one came through all its firings fully intact. Yes, it was the most recent one, which means that I'm learning, but it still sucks to put so many months of work into something to have it come out less than perfect. (Although perfection has never been a worthy goal, as far as I'm concerned.)

So that's some of the finished work. I'm hoping to get more professional pictures taken soon and start up with some online sales.

In Other Non-News:

I'm sure the repetition will grow tiresome, but: I'm so sore right now. My arms and glutes are so incredibly sore that it hurts to stand--or to sit. It hurts to move. This afternoon I tried climbing down stairs--a single flight--and it was so painful that I had to hold on to both railings like a drunk. Let's just hope that, in this case, pain is progress.

We went out tonight--to dinner and then to an opening at Stranger Factory--with Judi and Paul. We first had dinner at Chopstix, the Chinese restaurant they introduced us to. The last time Dave and I went there by ourselves, one of the servers asked us, "Where are grandma and grandpa?" We did not tell Paul and Judi that.