Jeff wanted a skull for his birthday. Mmmhmm … it posed a challenge, naturally. I’d not done anything like it before. Suffice it to say, I spent hours with the modeling clay carving out skulls, mushing them up, and trying again. It was a crash course in anatomy. And then, of course, I decided not to leave well enough alone, and burned the first skull (right; it’s turned in the picture so it doesn’t show). Have I learned my lesson? I seriously doubt it. :P It’s the curse of the compulsive tinkerer.
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?— Wiliam Butler Yeats