When I push the clay onto the board it performs one of a variety of moves: skin, cloud, earth, water. To my eye at any rate, it is clear in what direction the clay wants to be pushed and which referent is driving the future of the piece. These snowy, windy beginnings are on my table right now.
Once the paint has its say, we will see how the clay’s inclinations are subverted or overdrawn.
WARNING: Christmas images that may be upsetting, premature or stress-causing to some viewers. Too bad, so sad.
Over The River
All Is Calm
In The Meadow
andrea trace 