People often ask me where I come up with my ideas for my pieces of art. That is a difficult question to answer. Sometimes a specific picture, or object will inspire me but mostly things appear and I can't tell you exactly where they come from. I suppose most of my ideas come from things I have seen in my 50 years of living even if they aren't specific objects I have seen but perhaps just a phrase I have heard or a dream I once had.
The first sculpture I made was of a saint. When I lived in Paris about ten yrs ago on Rue Emile Zola, I saw a very old saint sculpture made from papier mache at our local brocante and I fell in love with it. It was missing its nose and most of its hands but I never forgot it. I made a sketch of it that day and years later when I was going through my sketchbook from Paris, I knew I just had to make one similar to it. It was that first face that I sculpted and painted that made me take an entirely different path in my life. I had taken art classes and I had always loved studying art but it wasn't until I sculpted that face that I knew what I needed to do.
Today I am working on a french bulldog puppet for my friend Mary. When I lived in Paris I bought some old puppets at a brocante for next to nothing. They are my inspiration for this puppet. As I was looking at them yesterday, I realized that there will probably be one or two of my pieces still hanging around long after I am dead and they too will be chipped and missing hands. I like the thought of that. My little creations being looked at by people who have no idea who created them or why they were created. I like the thought of somebody pausing and wondering how they came to be. I have attached a picture of the puppets from Paris so that you can do some wondering with me about the little puppets I found years ago.
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