Since I had so many comments on “Hands” I thought I would explain a little of how it came about.
As some of you know I dabble in ceramics. On the wheel I do bowls, mugs and plates, but my real love is sculptures. On the wheel I have a pretty good idea of what I’m doing, but I have not idea what to do with sculptures. Each sculpture has is own challenges and that’s what so exciting about it.
I hoped it looked like a scarf. But as I’ve already told you, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Some one else observed, “Her boobs are too low.” Since I didn’t have a live model to work from I excused that observations.
I didn’t throw that one out, but went to work doing it again. This is the result of the second attempt.
So you say, “What does this have to do with you post about hands?” I’m getting to that.
While I was doing it I was looking at my hands as they worked with the clay and I was very grateful that they worked so well. Even if their manipulation of the clay isn’t everything I would like it to be, that’s not my hands’ fault. I have known people with their hands so gnarled with arthritis they can’t hold a pencil.
Then It seemed to me that in gratitude for all my hands have done for me, the least I could do is somehow pay tribute to my hands.
That is when I made this sculpture. I didn’t really try to reproduce a copy of one of my old, wrinkled hands. Wrinkles are awfully hard to reproduce in clay as I learned in trying to do the dancers scarfs and skirts.
There are some who are so good they can produce every wrinkle.
In a class where I was the model one student reproduced every wrinkle in my old face so accurately I wanted to hit him over the head with the head he had made of me. Not until it was high fired of course and hard as a stone.
Then he had the unmitigated kindness to give it to me. I immediately put it for sale in the annual Christmas pot sale at Windward Community College. I like to think that the reason it sold so quickly the first day was because I’m so good-looking, but I know it is really because of his talent to show my every wrinkle.
Damn, I wish I could do that. Well, given another 5 or 10 years I may get to be that good with the clay.