Saying bye-bye to sculptures

Drawings on the kitchen tableToday is the day. I have had my studio in Billingshurst since May this year, but my house is still cluttered with sculptures, moulds, materials, wax, tools, and drawings. Today I get serious. It’s about time I was able to have people round without worrying. Without worrying I’m going to accidentally poison them with a toxic polish that has slipped into the soup. Without worrying a sculpture will fall on them from a great height. Without worrying they are going to be freaked out by all the faces staring at them from around the kitchen and living room. Time to reclaim my home.

I am starting in the kitchen, where I worked up until May. Not a single surface is clear of sculptures or sculpting paraphernalia. Mind you, I’m already proud of the floor, which I can see at last. The plaster, buckets and moulds made it to the studio a week ago. Result. I have been putting this off for a while as have been so busy, but it’s a priority now. Not so much to re-gain my home, but to get my studio functioning. To get the industrial shelves and workbench there. And to get some shelves up for all the moulds and armatures.

Wax and claySo, to the kitchen. Just been counting. There are 21 portrait sculptures and 15 figure sculptures – wax and terracotta – in my kitchen. Many of the clay portraits are under black bin liners. The intention had been to hollow-them out to fire. Or to keep them moist until I made the decision whether to keep them or not. Of course the decision has been taken out of my hands. Once they are under a black bin liner they somehow become completely invisible. They are now too dry to hollow-out, some have started to crack. Should be easy to just chuck them out?

Rogues' GalleryYou would think so. But they are mainly portraits I have sculpted during demonstrations, such as at the Henley Festival and the Mall Galleries. For these demonstrations I rope in family to sit. They take it badly if I destroy portraits of them. So here start the negotiations. Big sis wants to keep hers. Dad is reluctant to see any of his portraits ‘go’ – but I have found five portraits of him in the kitchen alone. We agree that he keeps the three fired heads and I ‘lose’ the remainder. The problem isn’t just family. If I am honest, I also find it hard to chuck them out. Solution? Leave out in the rain and I can see them gradually disappear into the soil. Feels more compassionate.

Some of the portraits are the dried-out clay sculptures left over from the casting process – they have been cast in bronze, resin or plaster – and I haven’t quite got around to chucking them out. But I do rather like to watch them crack. And sometimes I love the dry clay more than the cast piece.

So – a few I will keep, some I will bin, and some I will leave outside and let the rain do its work.


2 thoughts on “Saying bye-bye to sculptures

  1. No Hazel you’re not the only one I’m just lucky that what I carve is not faces looking at me!

    Also when I do decide to get rid of something I can put it into the woodburner and it has the added advantage of keeping me warm :O) needless to say the autumn has become a time to sort through things before winter hits ;O)


    1. Oooohh – the woodburner – that sounds more traumatic! And you’re right – nice to have things in order before winter hits & lethargy sets-in. Hazel : )

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