So here are the next 3 goddesses I just finished sculpting, sanding and priming. 10 days of work. Now for the really fun part, the painting because it brings the vision to life! Once completed I will post them along with their names. Can you guess what drinks these could be?
Sunday, June 22, 2014
So almost 2 years ago I participated in a show in Florida. There was no particular theme. When I first started customizing munnys I liked to do females because it was something I didn't see much of, especially since this customizing arena is predominantly males. I especially enjoyed leaving their faces without features so as to focus on the theme and details of the concept. Anyway, I just randomly came up with the concept of making a Pina Colada Drink Goddess. I used a 4 inch munny as the infrastructure of the sculpt. They all measure about 6-7 inches in height. I use a wood base to support the figure so that it's handled by the base. I always use the term goddess for my females. I've continued to make them because they are so unique, people seem to be receptive to the concept and enjoy them. I'm having a blast making them! The possibilities are endless as is the diversity of cocktails these days. So you will definitely see more of them to come. Later this week I will post progress pics of 3 new ones that I'm currently working on. If anybody has any great cocktail ideas for a sculpt shoot me an email. Thanks!
1. Pina Colada
2. Strawberry Daiquiri
4. Sex On The Beach
5. Bloody Mary
Saturday, June 21, 2014
So this evening was the Blood Type Positive Show at Sub Urban Vinyl Gallery in New Jersey from 6pm-9pm. Seems to have gone well and all the artists made such creative pieces. It was unfortunate I could not make the show, it would have been nice to see some of my friends from up North. The 2.5 inch resin droplet was created by Mike "Nemo" Mendez and given to 30 artists to create away. I tried to keep to the natural shape of the figure and of course was able to incorporate a fire theme by making it the flame of a candle. Which was fun and simple. I used a wood candle holder sculpting over it to look like wax and wood base to support the sculpt. Stands about 14 inches tall and is available for $140. To check out all the customs and/or purchase any, including the resin droplet, I attached the link below.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
So this is perfect for my first blog entry...
A bit behind because the show was last Friday and I've been working with someone on getting an official website up and a ton of other things always going on personally.
It was time I shared my art on another level. Thought this would be great to share my insights, imagination, thoughts, frustrations, successes, and processes of my art. Maybe some video later this year. I was referred to this show through a connection and I was happy to do it, even though it was a donation which sometimes is hard financially for an artist trying to make ends meet. It was for a very good cause no doubt and sometimes I believe sacrifices like this benefit everyone involved.
It was a feel good project on several levels. The project was headed by International Business Students Global / Kraye + Poetics Program in the University of New Mexico. Their goal was to allow the vision of artists/poets to explore the tragically marginalized in society. Kidrobot joined the efforts by donating 7 inch Munnys. I would have loved to have done this sculpt as an original but I worked with the frame of the figure which was part of the requirement and made it work with the concepts I had in mind.
So the story behind this is about a local homeless man who I gave a blanket to, amongst other things. It was a fleece mickey mouse blanket that belonged to my kids, now grown. Now this man is known by friends who pass him by on the daily for years on the way to work. Petite slim man, pleasant demeanor, not really one to beg for money but the group of friends give him a few dollars weekly and stop and chat to check on him. No one really knows his story, no one wants to pry. He's always happy and grateful for everything and anything anybody donates to him. Well, the blanket he fell in love with and wouldn't stop talking about it for weeks. Said it was his favorite thing, so soft and kept him warm and repeatedly kept thanking us for it. Everyone just looked at each other baffled. It would bring tears to our eyes. We that have so much more, yet find reasons to be unhappy or ungrateful for the blessings we have and yet this man that lives in the streets and was always content and thanked us as if he was given gold. Now, this happened way before I knew I would do this show. So when I was approached I initially was going to do something else and then I remembered the Mickey blanket and the old man and so Home Sweet Home was born. As I was working on this piece, words started to flood my mind and for a day or so I had to stop sculpting and create this poem before I lost it and just kept re-writing until it portrayed my feelings on this topic. So below are some pics of the sculpt along with the poem, which I framed and signed and was to be auctioned with the piece as a set.
I did get feedback from Dr. Montoya who said it resonated with many people and was enjoyed by the crowd. Hopefully they will eventually sell it so that it benefits the refugees struggling in their transition. Thanks for checking out this post and sharing in my art. -Liz
Home Sweet Home
they will realize, that you are not as solid
as the brick walls protecting them
once erected by the strength, and
the courage of your vital force.
Standing tall, you stood for
all the descendants
of a common ancestor.
Those countless brutal winters
take their toll, even on Giants.
Unintended consequences ignored
your weathered mortar crumbling, but still holding together beats
Beating whispers, of
your afflicted conscious.
Your soles should speak
exposing stories, of horrifying sensibilities
our ears never seeping, the
screaming whispers we choose to ignore
details traveling to our senses
your eyes, confessing the particulars
deep inflection, the
mirrored reflection of humanity.
Bitter is he, when
all the sweetness of life is torn away
Misery obscures judgment, yet
we judge him
he sleeps with torment
blanketed by hunger on a crisp night, yet
we torment him.
Passing him we look away
truth be told, with disdain
when his hand reaches out
terror stricken, a reminder
that HE IS US at our worst, yet
he smiles warmly, a sweet token, that
the richness of home is in the heart.