Odds, and sods from 1985.

Large head.

There is more stuff in my studio than even I know about. Seems every time I look in a pile I come across some old thing that might have been best left forgotten. This is another watercolour from 1985, and I’m actually very fond of it…

Sculpture.

Sculpture.

I have only one sculpture to my name. This is a good thing, as I have no space for sculpture, and no great skill in sculpture.

This piece started off as part of an assemblage, and it was going to hang in front of, or from, a canvas. But as I looked at it I realized that I liked it on its own, and so I sat it on my shelf and there it sits. Collecting dust, and defeating attempts to clean it.

Side view.

It is made of wood, wire, twine, and rope. It has begun to darken, and I hope it eventually becomes a nice rich brown. Though the dust may hinder this process. Maybe the dust is the actual art?

Detail.

Detail 2.

I actually am kind of pleased with the result. I don’t think it would have worked hanging from a canvas. Hanging would have been too good for it.