Bet you thought I had stopped making heads, didn’t you? I took a small vacation from it but felt the obligation hanging over my head and did this guy the other day. I meant to do this one from drawings, with an expression that I had thought about beforehand, but, no, I just started working and this is the guy that came out. I have been told he looks like he is having a spiritual experience, but I think he just looks like he’s surprised to have popped up here.
So speaking of this obligation – it’s only to me. No one else gives a fig (or is it a twig?), whether I finish making 20 heads in 20 weeks or not. I just want to practice doing faces, but since I said I would make 20 of them I am committed.
My grandfather was a stickler for people keeping their word. If you said you would do something you had to do it. Period. End of discussion and all that. You were a bad person if you didn’t do what you said you would. He lived to be 96 and had that expectation of himself and everyone around him for that whole time. So let me just put it this way: If I don’t do 20 heads, my grandfather will haunt my dreams.
I also said I wanted to try new things on the heads and this one has a couple of different layers of colored slips on the face that you can’t see in the picture, but I hope the rubbing through in places is obvious when fired. Also I used a mouth glaze sprayer to put a rutile slip on the hair. That was pretty fun and it worked well. I sieved the slip first and it was very thin.
Most of the crackly clay “collar” broke off after I took these pictures. I repaired it but I don’t know if it is strong enough to survive. It was an afterthought. My next big project should be: 20 pieces completely planned in advance. Hmm, never mind. I should never make a commitment like that.