This semester i decided to take a class in Wood Sculpture. Up until now I've been a drawer and a photographer, with only halfhearted attempts into 3D creations. I struggle to move beyond what I know, and this big, scary wood shop filled with big, scary tools was terrifying new territory. However, the past three months have been an exponential learning curve, and have shown me just how satisfying it is to be able to use ones hands and turn a thought into a tangible, sometimes functional object!
Our final project was to create a structure that would support our weight and from which we would deliver our own artistic manifestos. The build up to the day was feverish, tear filled (human tap over here), and very laborious. I think each one of us at some point doubted our ability to finish the project in time, and wondered to ourselves whether it was maybe-still-okay-to-drop-the-class-and-fuck-it-all? Hehe. One the day our projects were due, the sun came out, things magically fell into place, and what ensued was possibly the best final you can have for a class. We walked from sculpture to sculpture, listening to the manifestos and quickly realizing how differently each one of us approached the very same prompt. I definitely felt like I got to know my class a lot better, and I was even more inspired by them than I was before, and they were a pretty inspiring bunch to begin with!
My human cocoon ended up looking pretty sweet too. I guess.