I realize that I’ve been neglecting my blog lately and I kinda feel bad about it. Kinda. But since my blog is a mere blip on the ginormous list that I like to call Things Steph Neglects Regularly (Not Including Her Children Because Admitting That Would Result In Yet Another Visit From Mr. Caseworker From Child Protective Services) I’m usually able to sleep pretty well at night.
As always, I have a pretty good list of reasons I haven’t been posting as much as I’d like and at the very tip-top of that list is “Sculpting a replica of a deceased human’s head for my restorative art class”. And if you know me in real life then you can probably understand why attempting to sculpt a human head? Out of wax? Might take so much of my time.
This is partly because this is my first attempt at sculpting anything ever and partly because I am less artistically inclined than the people responsible for creating the “art” that hangs in places like dental offices and having less talent than someone who makes a few pastel-colored swipes on an otherwise bland canvas is really saying something.
As if my own insecurities about my profound lack of ability weren’t enough, I have friends who feel the urge to nudge me over the proverbial edge. For instance, a girlfriend stopped by the other day to pick up a lens she had left in my camerabag. On her way out she gazed at the progress I had made and declared, “It looks good.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Yeah. It’s your friend’s head your creating right?”
“Yeah.”
“The black girl?”
“My subject’s Filipino.”
“Oh.”
Sound of running. Front door slam. Tires squealing.
I can’t wait for this semester to be over.
