Udders

First cast from the clay mould, the udders were too small for the ceiling.  Working on human scale is a disorienting phenomena and appears too small and delicate.  These seem to want excess and multiplicity – but I’ll work with and against that.   This piece worked better on the wall.  Some initial fiddling with milk ‘strings’ some stained with a red hue, some spilling across the floor.

Udder nonsense

Having way too much fun with the relationship between udder and utter [a word I tend to utterly overuse].   This clay mould is ready to cast.  I really enjoy the strings in the background looking like thin streams of milk – I’d been thinking more elaborately of streams of white silicon – but maybe strings are able to do the job just as effectively.  IMG_4733