My Lost Children
Many, many of my works of art were damaged or lost over the years. In this post, when I am able to recover an image of a piece of art I created that was lost or destroyed, I will post it here.
A lot of my work has been lost or destroyed, or simply left and neglected. This particular work is significant, because it was destroyed so dramatically. I managed to anger a past partner to a degree she attacked it with a kitchen knife while it was still drying on the easel. C’est la vie.
If you look between the candelabra, and the edge of the dresser, there’s a white abstract sculpture made out of pottery that didn’t survive being fired (to the far right, it looks like a skeletal hand). The piece is clay, and some kind of glue. I made it in an independent study art class. It’s a “found object” sculpture. By the time I moved out of my parent’s house, it was broken and battered in so many places I threw it out, rather than take it with me. The image was taken on a Pentax 35mm SLR that was the camera I used when I took photography in high school