It is that time of year again when new and strange shapes appear everywhere. This is the time when nature re-invents itself by pushing out new tendrils and shoots; into the concrete, onto the tarmac. Birds fight their way out of eggs only to be gobbled up by some silly cat; Bambi struggles to his feet in a meadow nearby…. The trees stand speechless, holding their breath, waiting for the moment when they can hold back no longer and their buds explode into a green frenzy of pain and ecstasy.
The wind is cold and the sun hot; I can’t sleep and when I do I fall out of bed kicking at the shadows surrounding me.
This mixed medium sculpture is made with bronzed plaster and a sea shell.. It may well be one mutation too far.
This is fab!
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Thank you, Danny!
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