One evening, years ago, I sat on the edge of Lake Formosa near the Mennello Art Museum sipping drinks with a friend. When I wandered off to answer nature’s call, I was walking along the shore and felt like the burdens of life had lifted and that my artistic efforts had a purpose.
As small as I might be in the universe, meaning crept into my life moving forward. As fractured and disorienting as life might be, I felt a warm glow. Then on the walk back, as I tried to sit down, I stumbled on the embankment and the chair rocked forward, almost flipping me into the lake. Way to kick some reality back into my joy filled brain gravity.
This sculpture which I sketched as a demo for a student, is just as fractured and disorienting. We both joked about how it must represent a figure walking forward, but the exact orientation of limbs and organs gets a bit jumbled. That red protuberance around the hips of the sculpted figure really should be covered. I’ll have to see if this sketch gets flagged on social media.
This sketch is done much faster than most of my work since we did multiple sketches during our two hour session that day. I always have to adjust my timing on how long a student can focus on the subject. I didn’t find a plaque near this sculpture So I can’t share its title or artist credit. If anyone knows, please shout it out.