Showing posts with label Sculpture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sculpture. Show all posts

Jan 11, 2021

The Creation of a Bronze Sculpture




Simone inspected every inch of the investment casting over the wax mold. 
She’d done the wax chasing, using delicate tools for minute scraping, 
hot tools for filling in imperfections. She studied it now, and deemed it ready. 

Shelter in Place


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And the pour—that moment of truth—always enthralled her. Those quick movements of workers moving in unison, the fluid flow of deep, glowing gold like melted sunlight. 
Inside the shell, her work, her art, her vision filled with that melted sunlight. 
The negative became positive, and the symbol and study of the man she’d come to love would be born.

Shelter in Place 





Feb 29, 2016

Lifelike Sculptures

"You're an artist. This is wonderful. You sculpt."

The single room was nearly as big as the main area of the cottage. And much more cramped. A worktable stood in the center, crowded with tools and hunks of stone, pots of clay. A half dozen sketch pads were tossed around. Shelves and smaller tables were jammed with examples of his work. Mystical, magical creatures that danced and flew.

A blue mermaid combed her hair on a rock. A white dragon breathed fire. Faeries no bigger than her thumb ringed in a circle with faces sly. A sorcerer nearly as tall as she, held his arms high and wept.

"They're all so alive, so vivid." She couldn't help herself, she had to touch, and so she ran her finger down the rippling hair of the mermaid. "I've seen this before," she murmured. "Not quite this, but the same feeling of it, but in bronze. At a gallery in New York."


Ever After

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By Ricardo Andrรฉ Frantz (User:Tetraktys) Background edited, CC BY-SA 3.0, 
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2923870


Here are some of the most impressive sculptures ever created by masters of the art past and present. Perhaps most people will be unfamiliar with them, but they have the power to astonish with their sheer beauty even at first sight.




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 Conal stepped back from his own work. His hands were smeared with clay to the wrists, and his eyes half blind with concentration.

Allena of the Faeries. She stood tall, slim, her head cocked slyly over one shoulder, her eyes long and her mouth bowed with secrets. She wasn't beautiful, nor was she meant to be. But how could anyone look away? How could he?
Her wings were spread as if she would fly off at any moment. Or fold them again and stay, if you asked her.


Ever After