I began as an acrylic artist, however, sculpting faces in clay was a thought I woke up with in the middle of the night. I reached for my pad, and, with blurred vision, made a quick sketch. When morning came, so did the ideas. I could sculpt and use my talent as an acrylic artist to develop original pieces that would be unique and collectable. I could let my expressions go, artistic and whimsical, whatever I felt at the moment. What fun, but also frustrating since new techniques had to be learned. Tears ran when I lost my first piece. These faces were part of me and something had gone wrong. My husband, John, helped with resolving the problems and continues to assist as my artistic processes move forward.
As we go from show to show and exhibit to exhibit, many sculptures are sold as gifts. But the most rewarding moments come when people are drawn to our exhibit and stand transfixed before one of my sculptures. They have met eye to eye and, without words, an introduction takes place. I know a part of me is going to a new home.
Each face I sculpt is a friend I would visit if I could. All of them have their own name. There is Quinten, Cuthbert, Fitzgerald and more. Their features come from someone I met or saw. Maybe a relative, friend or stranger. You may find grandma’s nose or dad’s smile. Some are composed of different types of stoneware for contrast. A few are porcelain. Some are wall hangings and wind chimes. Some are pockets, bells and birdfeeders. Others are still ideas in my mind waiting for the right time
Ammy