My kitchen island covered with all of the recent fragments and mold experiments. I would apologize for the obnoxious orientation but Google Analytics tells me I've had exactly zero visitors in the last month so fuck you, just turn the monitor on its side or laterally flex your fucking neck.
On a friendlier note, allow me to take you on a tour of Part 1 of the Table of Weird Clay Objects. The two stars on the left (that is, top) side were made as end-of-year gifts for my 2004-2005 third grade students. It didn't occur to me at the time how easily they could be used as weapons, but, FUCK YOU parents of my 2004-2005 students. It's much too late to sue me now. The two leftover stars were for Giselle, an artistic genius whose family moved back to Mexico weeks before the end of the school year, and Kassandra, a BAD GIRL who was banned from the end-of-year party and didn't show up the last day.
Then there are some creepy Barbie molds, my centipede swastika plaque, some Zombi Jesus Love pieces, assorted stars and bugs, and a series of experiments using the facial features of two male dolls used at the studio for serious figure study combined with various science fiction fragments.
Check back soon for the Other Side of the Table.
