Clay: Role-Play

Medea, clay figurine: 

stoneware; brown glazing; copper wire.

Stunt model for . . . 

"Ophelia Revised" photo sequence.

Strawberry Creek standing in for Elsinore's waterway.

Beckoning

Arch Rock

Sonoma Coast

Seal-Bird Island and the Rocking Zoom

That sort of fringe on the top of the rocky islet?  Can you see what I mean?  (Move a little closer; enlarge the shot, perhaps.)  I am fairly sure those are birds, standing tall in the wind.   Or, a good many of them are birds, though some are seals, noses held high.

At first I thought they were all seals, a whole lot of seals providing that visual fringe effect, and in fact the creatures on the rocks closer to the water are seals, dozens of them.  

(What do you call a whole lot of seals?  A salvage of seals? A savory?  A soiree? A sea?  A season?)

Now, I'll give you a sequence of shots that illustrate the difficulties of attempting to use the zoom on my amphibious camera -- a camera better suited to close-ups and arm's-length captures -- while balancing in a closed-deck kayak.  I love the motion, myself, but the results are a bit up-and-down in quality.

Off Bodega Bay on a very sunny day.

Happy paddling.

Bodega Bay Kayaking: Misc

Model Behavior

I miss sculpting.
Older pieces, gathering dust here.

Feet Of Clay

"What can I tell you, Carson," I had to say aloud, "that you don't already know?" The pottery wheel slowed to a full stop. I set both feet squarely on the floor. Before me, the clay glistened, a wet lump.  I spoke again to the shadows, to the clay masks I’d hung on every wall. Empty eyeholes stared back at me.  I had to raise my voice. "Omniscience, you know, being the purview of the dead?"

--draft sentences, stepping into a new story

Riddles at Random

. . . in the rain.