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Laughing at My Poor Art Skills

Laughing at My Poor Art Skills

My first “below average” grade was in 5th grade. I had recently started a new school and had a social studies project that required a creative presentation on Native Americans. Being the independent child that I was I insisted on doing it myself. I spent two hours working on my poster board, slapping the pictures on and may have dropped glue elsewhere on the board. It was by no means neat and certainly not creative. After that, my mom helped me with all my projects. At least conceptualizing them. 

So I can’t tell you what possessed me to convince my friends to a night of blindfolded sculpting. Maybe the lure of wine made it ok that I was walking into pure embarrassment. 

Vision without Sight was hosted by our favorite art studio — artNest Delray. Stephanie gave us all the same instructions to sculpt the large block of clay in front of us into a 3D face. For others this meant rounding out that clay and building up, but keeping it flat. Me on the other hand decided to try to make it look like an actual bust, which completely turned into a bust. 

 One of these made blindfolded. 

One of these made blindfolded. 

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At one point, Stephanie (the owner of artNest) asked me if I was making a naked woman....so there’s that.  

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Despite my significant short comings as a sculptor I had a lot of laughs and a lot of fun.  

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Table for Two

Table for Two

What the Kangaroo Doing?

What the Kangaroo Doing?