No matter how hard she works, there are still endless amounts of work. Pushed and pulled by the circumstances, and no time for herself. I'm still thinking of a specific story to go with this sculpture.
I struggled with this as the air was so arid that the clay dried extraordinarily fast. In the result, areas I don't want to crack were also cracking. This piece may not be salvageable.
Because of the new style, I did not make butterflies out of molds. Instead, I just put two pieces of clay here and there on the figure. Do you think they look like butterflies? Do you think she needs them?
Four years ago, I sculpted a bust under a title "Self-Acceptance." I decided to try the same theme in full figure this time. Looking at the photos of my old and new work, I feel I've come a long way in my journey as an artist. I stand yet far from self-acceptance in another journey as a human, but I feel I will reach the goal someday. May you get there as well!
I shall share below the text that I wrote to accompany my first sculpture:
I have witnessed this woman’s expression of contentment in hospice patients. Approaching the end of life, humans learn to accept the way we are. Could we reach this state when we are still full of life, even if we are conscious of the unacceptable in ourselves? My answer is yes.
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