I love that you gave the boy eyes to keep him safe and that you talk to crows.
Perhaps we're kindred spirits. I had a convo with a squirrel earlier today. I was out for a hike, and I stopped to pee in a little crook off the path beneath the tree said squirrel sat in. The squirrel had much to say about me pausing there.
Yes, I’m quite certain it was about the peeing. I didn’t exactly explain it was an emergency. But I did try a soothing I’ll be out of your hair soon and it’s all right and that sort of thing in both human and squirrel, though I’m not well versed in the latter so I can’t be sure what I actually said. ;)
"I want him safe. He needs to see." Thank you for giving him pupils. Thank you for reminding me to pray that a child in a terrible place has the eyes he needs to help keep him safe right now....if that is at all possible.
That boy's face is dreamily beautiful. You have a gift. And I laughed out loud about your cawing at the crows. That's what I do with cows when I see them, I moo, and I am also great at making mewing kitten sounds ;-). The last one used to make our doggo search for the kitten. I miss that boy so much. Anyway, thanks for giving me a reason to laugh and reminisce.
Love reading your posts! I could see you opening the door to caw at the crows! (I do that too, only I jibber to the squirrels who wreck havoc in my garden! They don't always listen like your crows!)
You not only know how to get peoples attention you can get the attention of the crows. I wonder what you said.
I love that you want to give the boy eyes because he needs to see and feel safe. A beautiful weaving of so many stories into one. I love what your clay is doing. Thank you.
I so enjoyed hearing about your process with making eyes. My husband is a ceramic artist and we all love to work with his clay. When I first knew him, I made a small bust of an old man, trying to imagine what Bob would look like old. He's 78 now, and I feel pretty good about how close I came. It taught me a lot about his bones, expression, and the clay.
During that time, back in the late '70s, I remember learning about making eyes, and mouths. They were a challenge for me. You seem to have both in hand now. Isn't it so satisfying? Like allowing a being to emerge. Your young man is indeed mesmerizing.
Thank you! I picked up ideas as I went along. I love this way of making eyes, and I love thhis face too! So happy you liked it. You should borrow some of your husbvand's clay. And I'd love to see what he makes if you have pictures.
My mother was a sculptor (before MS took away use of her hands) and your boy’s sleeping thoughtful face reminds me of her work. So much is expressed in our open eyes but also when they are closed. Thank you for your words.
I love the mental movie of you talking to crows. The sleeping face looks both ancient and newborn.
Thank you, Rona. I love what you said about the face.
I love that you gave the boy eyes to keep him safe and that you talk to crows.
Perhaps we're kindred spirits. I had a convo with a squirrel earlier today. I was out for a hike, and I stopped to pee in a little crook off the path beneath the tree said squirrel sat in. The squirrel had much to say about me pausing there.
Maybe he objected to your peeing. under his tree Maybe he was scolding you! Did you talk sqiurrlel to him? Tell him this was an emergency?
I don't speak squirrel. Only crow and dog and sometimes, cat.
Yes, I’m quite certain it was about the peeing. I didn’t exactly explain it was an emergency. But I did try a soothing I’ll be out of your hair soon and it’s all right and that sort of thing in both human and squirrel, though I’m not well versed in the latter so I can’t be sure what I actually said. ;)
That's the problem with speaking animal. You never know what you've gone and said. I'm sure you're over it by now. You tried.
I love this one, too! What an expression.
I'm so glad, thank you.
"I want him safe. He needs to see." Thank you for giving him pupils. Thank you for reminding me to pray that a child in a terrible place has the eyes he needs to help keep him safe right now....if that is at all possible.
I knoiw. Seeing matters except when something hitd your five story apartment house.
Thank you. They beome part of my family in a weird way.
That boy's face is dreamily beautiful. You have a gift. And I laughed out loud about your cawing at the crows. That's what I do with cows when I see them, I moo, and I am also great at making mewing kitten sounds ;-). The last one used to make our doggo search for the kitten. I miss that boy so much. Anyway, thanks for giving me a reason to laugh and reminisce.
I am a very good cawer. Thank you for liking the piece, and for laughing.
Love reading your posts! I could see you opening the door to caw at the crows! (I do that too, only I jibber to the squirrels who wreck havoc in my garden! They don't always listen like your crows!)
Love your clay boy!
Thank you! I love him too. And I can really caw.
Exquisite face! You are so talented.
That's so nice of you, thank you. I love him too.'
Love this. Thank you!
Thank you, Bar.
"Quickly found a pencil to make pupils on the little boy. I want him safe. He needs to see." Love this. We all need to be safe and be able to see.
You not only know how to get peoples attention you can get the attention of the crows. I wonder what you said.
I love that you want to give the boy eyes because he needs to see and feel safe. A beautiful weaving of so many stories into one. I love what your clay is doing. Thank you.
Prajna, thank you so much. You got everything I put in. Thank you.
❤️
Simple and beautiful.
Thank you.
War is horrific, always.
Yes it is. Terrible.
Beautiful piece. I am there with you as you listen to the radio, and sculpt that beautiful face, keeping him safe, giving us hope.
Thank you. It was exactly like that. Keeping him safe.
I so enjoyed hearing about your process with making eyes. My husband is a ceramic artist and we all love to work with his clay. When I first knew him, I made a small bust of an old man, trying to imagine what Bob would look like old. He's 78 now, and I feel pretty good about how close I came. It taught me a lot about his bones, expression, and the clay.
During that time, back in the late '70s, I remember learning about making eyes, and mouths. They were a challenge for me. You seem to have both in hand now. Isn't it so satisfying? Like allowing a being to emerge. Your young man is indeed mesmerizing.
Thank you! I picked up ideas as I went along. I love this way of making eyes, and I love thhis face too! So happy you liked it. You should borrow some of your husbvand's clay. And I'd love to see what he makes if you have pictures.
My mother was a sculptor (before MS took away use of her hands) and your boy’s sleeping thoughtful face reminds me of her work. So much is expressed in our open eyes but also when they are closed. Thank you for your words.
Thank you. I'm so sorry about your mother's hands. How does she occupy herself now?
Love this guy and you. You are a wonder!
Thank you. That's nice of you!