Don Quixote?Figure from model: two 20-minute gestural sessions.
The instructor often pointed out how I tend to make everybody taller, longer, thinner; some of the models appreciated that tendency . . . but she felt I needed to rein in my stretching of the truth. Though, less often, she'd also tell me to run with this style, if it served my goals, if it felt right. (The latter phrase would come forth in response to my gasp: "Goals?")
I see a bit of the Don Q here, bound, hampered from pursuing his passion, his ideals, and appropriately, perhaps lugubriously pensive. Yeah, that's reading a lot into the figure. Too much?
Sculpture mix; copper wire; misc. chemicals and kelp.
Pit-fired on Ocean Beach, CA, years and years ago.
