Having looked at the photographs I took of my sculpture, and listened to various comments about the work, I decided that enough was enough. Barbara Hepworth wouldn't be caught doing a sculpture that could be mistaken for fighting hares, fat people dancing or headless chickens.
So it was time to get welding, scrimming and plastering, chisel off those rabbit ears, and not make the legs and other areas such an issue. This is a sculpture about the surface texture, not the hares/chickens etc.
Meanwhile, others in the class were making far better progress...
Marco slept by the door. Mary's waste mould sat on the step, ready for the jesmonite pouring process, which drew a small audience.
Time to start putting the copper sheeting down the centre of the piece.
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