My first attempt to combine a painting with a sculpture is making progress. Her hands will hold an image of water, which I intend to make out of transparent hot glue or epoxy. She is certainly not a model beauty, but she has a healthy body and hopefully you see her inner fullfilment.
No, I am not giving up ceramic sculpting, but this is my first attempt to combine a painting with a sculpture. When the entire piece is completed, the elongated painting (left) will be diaplayed like the maquette (right lower corner). Definitely the influence of 3-D work is visible here, and I am happy with the texture (enlarged images).
"Who would want to buy a painting like this?" a friend asked me when he saw my drawing (posted below). "It doesn't matter," I answered to him, "because I made this for myself." Surprisingly more than two decades later, a woman inquired me of this buried artwork. I had moved five times since the drawing was made, and I was worried it might not be sellable. Last week, during the holidays, I took a roll of my old drawings out of a storage room. "The Midwest's dry weathers were like my Santa," I said in smile. They have preserved the conditions of my drawings very well.
The inquiry to purchase this drawing was a scam. The woman insisted to email me her credit card number, its expiration date and security code even though my current store on Etsy accepts all the major credit cards, personal checks, and money orders. I am not sure how she could have stolen money from me, but when I declined to receive her credit card information via email she stopped contacting me. This time I caught it before being tricked, but this experience taught me to be extremely careful when I deal with online sales.
In black long dress with no makeup and her white hair covered by a black scarf, Lamara told me she had stopped dressing up since her only son was killed in a war against Georgians 11 years prior. Bitterness toward the former enemy continued to kindle within her. However, at her clinic where she had been serving without payment, the nurse practitioner did not segregate Georgian repartriates from Abkhaz. Her home was always open for anyone to walk in for emergency care.
Lamara inspired me to create the following image and the story.
I volunteered for a hospice in the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, South Dakota in the late 1990s. The image originated from the priceless experience.
Japan at War by Theodore and Haruko Cook, Pearl Bucks' fictions, and NPR reports from Iraq inspired the above story of a man's transformation.
As the above image was not satisfactory, I sculpted the left. It does not portray the transformation that the man went through. I am contemplating how I can combine 2D and 3D images in order to make the composition talk the story to the viewers.
The sculptures composed under the theme "Hear the Voice of the Voiceless" will be pitfired. If I am successful, smoke imprints should make the images more grotesque. The finished pieces will be placed on a blood-colored velvet.
About "Art in Process"
This page is an window for you to see my creative process. I would like to encourage you to leave your comments here. I hunger for a conversation with you about my art. What kind of emotions or thoughts did my art provoke you? What did you like/dislike? What viewpoint do you agree/disagree to? Your honest feedback will feed my art going forward. Thank you.