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Sometimes, I feel I don't understand sculpture. Mr. Beckwith at Lincoln Junior High School tried to teach me a thing or two in seventh grade about it. I remember we had a sculpture assignment. The assignment was to create a person's head, not necessarily a self-portrait. I was happy with that information. I had enough teenage angst without adding to my misery. I accomplished the mission and got it fired without destruction. For me that deserved an A+. I think I recall Mr. B- going with a B, and I was happy. Mom was happy too. It made it to a bookcase in a place of honor in the den. I lost track of it when I travel off to college. I'm sure it was picked up, along with thousands of classic baseball cards, in one of many of Mom's yard sales.
My name was cut into the bottom.
If you find it in a garage sale or a museum someday, tell them you know the sculptor.
It'll be a steal for $5!
we had to do a head sculpture in art class in jr high too...i'm definitely not a natural!
ReplyDeleteNow if you had just kept making these sculptures you might now be famous. What name should I look for on the bottom? I'll bet it isn't Birdman.
ReplyDeleteAt least you remember your first sculpture, Birdman. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'll keep my eyes open!
ReplyDeleteLet's deal with something else. Today's word is cock-a-hoop, meaning triumphantly boastful: exulting, and the literary quote is from Jean Cocteau, "You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive." Birdman, when is the last thing you described anything as cock-a-hoop? And are you trying to depress us with that Cocteau quotation?
ReplyDeleteWouldn't it be ah-maz-ing to come across that head sculpture in a yard sale somewhere now . . .?
ReplyDeleteI don't recall my first sculpture, but I wasn't particularly adept at art as a child, so I'm sure it was entirely forgetable.
ReplyDeleteNot a bad price for a piece of art.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to see your sculpture, too. If I run across it, I'll post it on my blog!
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