After a couple of weeks of casual crafting my desk begins to resemble somewhat of an artsy war zone. Tubes of acrylic paint litter its wooden surface like bullet casings, clay tools lie abandoned beside the mutilated bodies of unsuccessfully formed creatures – the scraps of their flesh mounded high on my glass chopping board, gathering lint and dust. It’s usually around this time that I call it.
“Enough is enough,” I declare, trying to rescue paintbrushes caked in glaze.
The clean-up effort doesn’t normally take too long – the disorder is categorized and moved into its respective boxes, ready for the next call to arms.
It was during one such clean-up operation when I found them, huddled together amidst the rubble; my forgotten projects. My unfinished business. How many times had I banished them to the corner of my work surface? How many times had I taunted them by storing them on the “to-be-baked” tray?
Enough is enough.
There were three of them this time. A Chihuahua with an empty eye socket and missing body, a wingless, legless chicken with badly sculpted beak – and a limbless sealion staring sadly out of hollow eyes. The Chihuahua was heavy with dust, the clay hard from weeks of sitting unworked. The sculpt actually wasn’t bad – the eyes a little unsymmetrical maybe – but nothing worth this fate.
I sat down with my camera to document the damage, like a plastic surgeon deciding what could be salvaged. I didn’t have the energy to work on a body – I had already spent nearly two days sculpting that tiny face only to abandon it before I fixed the left eye into its socket. I was not about to spend another two days working on a body I would almost certainly dislike.
I mused over the usefulness of a floating Chihuahua head while rolling an eye in the palm of my hand, when I happened to scan over an as yet untidied bag of wooden buttons. I held the head up against a button, balancing the two above my knuckles.
It was perfect. I eagerly cut away excess Chihuahua neck to improve the fit and chucked it in the oven. I felt suddenly excited and amused – like I was the only one to understand a joke told to a room of intellectuals. I honestly can’t explain what I find so hilarious about my Chihuahua ring. Maybe it’s the contrast between what I intended to make when I started sculpting it, and what it ended up being. Maye it’s the salvaging of my forgotten project into something quite unforgettable. Or maybe it is what is it – a hilariously ridiculous Chihuahua ring. I’m sure not many people have (or would want) one like it.
And as for the other two… the chicken made it as far as a fixed-up sculpt and an initial layer of paint before I lost interest again. The sealion never even made it to the oven. They sit patiently on the outskirts of my chopping board, awaiting another moment of playful insanity – and when it comes, I’ll be sure to let you know.