Clay Doodles
I
read once that Rodin, the sculpture who made the Thinker, would carry clay
around with him and do little impromptu sculptures of people. Then give these
sculptures to these people. I did this once for Robert Michael Pyle, after I
heard him speak at USU. I always remember him as that guy who loves butterflies
and slugs, and made underwear obscene in whole new ways. He is fantastic!
I
first discovered plasticine clay when I was about five years old. My older step
bother had made a candle with clay wrapped around it. I would steel little pieces
of clay from his art project. The bit of clay I played with was no larger than
a pencil erasure. Since I have no skill whatsoever for theft, I as of course
caught. Why my brother has many faults, I must give him tremendous credit here.
On my sixth birthday, he gave me a pack of clay. Joy beyond measure! And the
beginning of a new life for me. A life that included many days of carrying clay
around in my pocket. Making a hand, or face, or quick figure. A life full of clay doodles.
While
I rarely carry clay in my pocket these days, I do keep it close by. Here is a
clay doodle sitting on my desk at work.
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