week eight 10/13-10/19
Critique week!
On Tuesday before class we worked on splitting wood for the wood firing coming up. That tiny baby wood splitter is so baby and he was only able to split the skinny logs, but on I feel like we got a good bit done in the hour that we worked.
(We tried to split an apple but it didn’t really work - heehee)
Thursday I had my in-progress critique. I didn’t have any completed work to show but I came away with lots to think about and good insights into how I can continue this semester.
Some key takeaways from critique that got me thinking: the importance of being personal with the work; am I waiting for something to happen in the work that will signal closure? What can I do once I finish the body of work that will give a definitive end?
I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Right now I feel like I have almost reached a point where I can end this body of work. I’ve spent a long time thinking about these ideas and thinking about this body of work. My period of grieving is coming to a close I think, and therefore the work is coming to a close.
I finished building and sculpting the first urn. In the end it morphed from being a generic piece about the death of friendships in the universal, to a personal piece chronicling the timeline of the end of my dear friendship (the one that started this whole thing). The beetles I drew on reference the last occasion where I tried to pretend like nothing had changed in the friendship, and the day that solidified that everything had changed. Across the bottom I wrote “by November I knew it was over, by December I knew that you knew it too.”
To me this piece represents the timeline of the friendship’s demise, and marks the beginning of the end.
I started my next urn. This goes back in time to reference the closeness and joy in the friendship at its strongest. I will look back at a specific moment that marked the character of our friendship.
Remember on the first day of autumn how we dressed in matching sweaters and called ourselves the Wonder Twins?
