Clay For Two…

Sometimes you just have to acknowledge that you have no skills in a particular area and move on.  Case in point, my artistic ability (or lack thereof).

Last night Cheyenne and I attended day one of two days of the West Fargo Park District’s Clay for Two class.  It is taught by a lovely and tremendously patient woman named Carrie Savageau.  The class is designed as a parent and child class so there were about a dozen pairs of parents and children there ready to experience the wonderful world of clay.  Of course Cheyenne and I were late because we couldn’t find the building location (check that – I could not find the building location).  Sometines even Mapquest isn’t enough to get me through this directionally challenged and geographically befuddled state that I generally reside in.

At any rate, we made it finally and began our evening with clay.  Our task was to create a creature from a ball shape with clay beads inside that we had first created (already the project was too complex for me).  Carrie spent a great deal of time illustrating how to make a turtle out of the ball and many of the class members followed suit.  I thought the turtle looked like it required a bit too much skill from a novice like me.  I was trying to think of the easiest possible animal to create with my ball when I spied at the table next door Tiana’s creation – a bird…well, actually she informed me later it was a duck, but from where I was sitting at the time it looked like a bird and it looked do-able.  So, I set out to make a bird.

Cheyenne made a dog out of her ball.  Cheyenne’s dog was cute.  My bird, well it was sad…really, the truth me told – it was sadder than sad.  As for Tiana’s project – well that was some duck.  I should explain at this point that prior to stealing Tiana’s creative ideas I didn’t know her at all – I did feel obliged after I copied her youthful sculpting efforts (I am guessing she is maybe 7 years old) to inform her that her work was the inspiration for my bird (that was when I learned her work wasn’t a bird at all, but instead a duck).  Tiana was very gracious about my poor imitation of her duck.

I used a red wash over my bird…I thought that would make it look like it was intentionally rustic looking…I suspect it will merely now look like a red, badly sculpted clay bird.  Cheyenne’s dog was washed in a lovely blue color and emerged as a cute piece of kid art.  There were some folks there that had mad sculpting skills and a whole lot more patience than I had (okay all the folks there had higher level skills and more patience than me). 

I am fine with the reality that I have no artistic clay skills (even though Carrie tried to assure me that it takes time to build skills – yeah, tell that to Tiana and her fabulous duck).  The point was to do something fun with Cheyenne and we had fun even if we didn’t create museum art.  Carrie told me that tonight we are making boxes…I am optimistic…how hard can a box be?  Surely, it is easier than a turtle – or in my case the dumbed down version – a bird; but just in case, I am getting there early so I can sit even closer to Tiana this time.

Day three hundred and twelve of the new forty – obla di obla da


4 Responses

  1. Ms. C

    Rich~ after they have been fired I will take photos and post them…I’ll let you judge if they are really “masterpieces”! ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Rich

    Fire them? You are going to “Donald Trump” your own creation?????????? ๐Ÿ˜› Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

  3. Ms. C

    Rich~yes…the Trump effect…baking them until they harden. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Amen…beauty is in the eye of the beholder…when you behold my work you can tell me if you see beauty. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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