I had done a conceptual word project in 2D design and it was not my favorite. Thankfully, searching for images and sketching helped ground me enough so that by the time I moved to the small clay models I wasn’t entirely unsure of my goals. And that’s when I realized that I’m not a sculptor. My designs had to constantly be changed due to my lack of ability with the clay and then even more with the soap. By the time I got to the balsa wood I had radically changed my plan.
This adaptive attitude came to an unsightly end after my lackluster attempt at sanding. There was no going back. I wished that there was as I glopped on paint, hoping to cover up my mistakes. That didn’t happen. The flexible process of painting proved to make the final stages take forever as I strove to blend colors.
Overall, I’m not entirely dissatisfied with the piece. If someone had told me that I would be able to carve a shrimp-like creature out of wood I wouldn’t believe them. But I managed to pull it off, and despite its bumps and bruises, it’s better than I thought it’d be.
