behold, mud waterwraith (the leaves are supposed to be the remains of pikmin. Was not willing to try to sculpt them considering how small they’d have to be)
louie got ran over rip
olimar is supposed to be checking for louie’s pulse but it also kinda looks like he’s lovingly caressing his hand has he leaves this mortal realm so I dunno interpret the wet blobs of dirt however you wish
I'd love to hear you expand on your thoughts about gender and deer antlers and also introduce the aspect of caribou antlers to the conversation. Both males and females have antlers but the males drop them in the winter because of the weight while the females keep theirs until the new set pushes the old set out.
I have a lot of thoughts and none of them really go anywhere but I’m happy to expand
it’s funny, I was thinking about caribou while I was making this brown clay deer-person. I didn’t want the antler to read as caribou, it was more just turning thoughts around in my head
I imagine if we had antlers, culturally it would be considered masculine (likely even for those—like caribou—where everyone can grow antlers and shed them at different times).
it made me think about gender being seasonal, with the growing and shedding of antlers.
it made me think about how tender and sensitive antlers are when they first grow in, covered in velvet. is it like menstruation, a gender-specific thing that’s painful or uncomfortable for awhile?
it made me think about losing an antler accidentally, or removing them. or only removing one. or just cutting off a few tines. what would it signify? how would it feel?
do queer deer (lol) notice each other because of how their antlers look, recognize each other as queer?
would a doe feel relieved when it’s time to shed her antlers? would she dread growing new ones? would a buck, any buck, feel dysphoric, feel a loss, when he sheds his?
I don’t know, I’ve just been having the gender recently. so obviously I had to pass that feeling on to my little sculptural creatures
Off topic but today I stopped at the park in Kutztown to see the Keith Haring sculpture Figure Balancing on Dog. Haring grew up not far from where I take a lot of my pictures.