It has been nearly a year since I created a mask. I only realized this recently when the hunger to do so came on me suddenly. There has been too much going on in life for me to stop and look around for the faces hidden about me. My dusty supplies, and my clay which has mold on it (yuck!) make my hands itch to create.
I have taken steps. My clay class begins this coming Monday. By this time, for me, the class serves more as studio time than a normal class. It makes me take a couple of hours in the evening to work, and it lets me join with other people to fill and fire the kilns. I want to do other work as well, though. The hardest question is, what do first? There are a few masks waiting to be finished, and they have my attention, but after that?
There are a myriad of shells in wait. Then again, I have done four shell masks already.
I have a few boxes of found-objects, from bones to keys. These things produce surprising results, and I have a mess of ideas. I look over my work to date, and there are some things I want to try again. There are things I think I could do better, or just differently. I have never worked with leather or wood, and both are things I would like to try.
Deciding seems impossible, I may just have to flip a coin, or ten coins, or twenty… but the point is, it’s time to see faces again.
Then comes the harder question of what to do with these masks once I make them. Oy…