The Jonah sculpture had surgery today before lunch . I carefully cut the solid mass of clay apart so it could be hollowed. A solid mass of clay is 1) heavy, 2) could explode in the kiln due to expanding steam 3) an unnecessary amount of material. After hollowing the parts like canteloupe, I scored and slipped the joints back together and repaired the seams. The patient is well and resting in the damp room.
The first skirmish of the battle of St. George commenced before afternoon tea (3pm). By the time I left the studio (11:45 pm) the smoke cleared, battle was over, sculpting was done.
My daily work schedule is emerging organically.
I reviewed some pre-residency audio notes today. I had so many expectations about how I could use this time. To my surprise many intentions are being fulfilled. I had forgotten about making these notes, but the ideas surfaced anyways. This is one of those times where I feel a little stunned and at a loss for how to best participate. I recall a similar feeling standing slack-jawed in the Sistine Chapel. Peter had a similar "mountaintop experience". Human nature wants to hold on to a great moment.
However, as Robert Frost said...
Richard Bresnahan lives his aesthetic.