I went to my sculpture class this morning, and got down to work. First I should say that I made a pretty funky hammer last night after I posted. It's made of graham crackers and Hershey's chocolate squares and a marshmallow, all glued together using that horrible pre-made icing that tastes so good. And I made s'mores over our gas stove for myself and my hubby's self. But I digress...
Since the very introduction of this project, I've wanted to do a nude hammer. (Those of you who know me probably know what I mean, the rest of you have to wait for me to get a camera. But to explain briefly, almost everything I make has, is or is derived from vaginas and breasts.) I actually initially wanted to 10 nude hammers, but there just wasn't enough time, so I abandoned the idea. Since the whole idea is to use different and unusual stuff to build our hammers, I've been trying really hard not to use clay, wax or plaster. Particularly clay. In class today I broke down and grabbed a bag of clay and built up a porno-bitch, sex-toy, fantasty-land, big-titted hammer. It was very satisfying. I feel like myself again. And I love clay. And breasts.
On the down side, I spent the entire morning working on one hammer, and I still have a zillion left to go, with two days to go them.
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Please post a picture of your hammer here.
This is an opportunity to expose the exposed, so to speak.
Peace!
-Lara-
I am so pleased, Julia, that you are so unapologetic about your adoration of breasts, etc. And there is something so powerful (for lack of a better word - I feel this sentence would mean more without the pun, but is it possible to say what I mean without making a pun? I digress...) about making a woman-hammer hybrid and scuplting her out of clay.
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