Photo
My hand, in steatite.
I love how the stone takes on such a liquid shine with only sanding (800 grit), and holds the finest details.
The only drawback is that it’s so soft that an errant fingernail strike can leave a mark.
Video
Something abstract I made for my sister. Usually while I’m working on a piece, and especially when I’m encased in protective gear (hearing, eyes, body (sometimes)) I’m in my own little cocoon and my thoughts are the loudest thing in the room. Snippets of songs, memories of events good and bad, examining feelings and things that float around my consciousness. Sometimes it’s in a language I speak, othertimes, not so much. With this piece I wanted to convey the feeling that you get when you have a continuous inner monologue but it’s in a language you don’t understand.
Also: nipples.
