here's the story behind my second attempt to create a smallish sculpture using terracotta.
like my paintings, i don't have a preconceived idea of what i will do. the form does come out after sparring with this new material.
i think my subsconscious brought out quite a recent story of a dear friend who is winning her war against breast cancer. i look and turn and squint at the image. it is eve.
she emerges triumphant. she reaches out towards the skies where before it was to raise her hand in abject surrender to a machine that confirmed her worst fears. the disease is brutal with that sharp, penetrating cut in the chest but her body is whole again. the mind is willful. the faith stronger. she sees with all senses open to the many possibilities.
it could also be that my mind is playing a trick with my hands and wanted me to create something else. or tell my eye to see a different image. could be. but for now study 002 is eve and all who are in her mould.
darwin sy antipolo
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