Friday, November 4, 2011
Music of the Spheres
The bird perched on the sphere painted on this man's chest is a Mourning Dove. Since I was a little girl riding my backyard swing in the dry Denver evening air, the quiet song of the Mourning Dove has been like notes from a Divine source. Here in Western Washington those birds are less populated than in Colorado (or maybe there are generally less birds than in the 1950s), so when I hear one in the distance, my ears strain hungrily to pick its notes from the cool evening breeze. I came back to the studio to begin this sculpture after such an evening.
Originally I had applied copper leaf to the sphere, a time-consuming and difficult task. The next day the copper leaf came off easily on my fingers... the adhesive had acted as a solvent for the underlying enamel. When all was cleaned up and dried, I used Interference acrylics to create a green iridescence that picked up the light nicely. The sad part was that the copper leaf had actually reflected "Music's" hand. It was stunning. But I like this nearly as well.