Bresnahan Residency Day 11

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.  

The Transfiguration
Matthew 17
1 After six days Jesus took with him Peter, James and John the brother of James, and led them up a high mountain by themselves. 2 There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light. 3 Just then there appeared before them Moses and Elijah, talking with Jesus.

4 Peter said to Jesus, “Lord, it is good for us to be here. If you wish, I will put up three shelters—one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah.”

However, as Robert Frost said...

Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Richard Bresnahan lives his aesthetic.