30 Heads in 30 Days

The Origin Story

Eight years ago I turned 50 and woke up one day and decided
I needed a change.

That’s the way I am, sometimes.
I wake up one day and think:

I don’t want to do this anymore.

It’s that thought, if you think it long enough, that starts you moving in a different direction.
The thinking thoughts turned into words
and when you speak them out loud there is no pulling them back in.

I started making things.
The one thing that brought me comfort as a child was making things.
Things out of cardboard and paper and things out of clay.
I started making things for the shear joy of making them.

I was using air-dry paperclay at the time and plastic easter eggs for shapes as well as tin foil balls.
And I practiced. Before I left for work and after I came home.
In my bed at night I practiced.

Learning the material, trying on different styles. Building different ways.
It’s how I learned how it felt to hit a stumbling block and move through it.
It’s how I learned to have fun, again.

I got lost in the process.
My only criteria: the reason for the project, was to get myself to show up and to do the thing again and again.
To do the thing on the days I didn’t want to. On the days I had no time.
On the days I felt like: I have no ideas and it doesn’t matter and WHY, am I doing this?

And it was these heads I was most proud of.

Because I kept a promise to myself to do something everyday for myself.

They were not for sale or meant to be gifts for anyone. They were never even completely finished products.
But, they were all sculpted heads.

And I learned a lot:
About the material,
How I liked to build and different ways to build.
To disconnect from the outcome.
To push through even if I hated something.
How to have my back. And I remembered what it felt like
just to make something for myself and not for anyone else.

To make things I wanted to make

Just because.

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