It’s Not Often I Write About My Bust. . .

As many of my regular readers may know

2021 has been a year with some challenges, but I finally feel like things are getting back on track and we are moving forward! I am pleased to unveil a sculptural bust I have been working on, that I will soon be putting into production for the studio!

But who would warrant such an honour?

For me it is a figure of spiritual significance who inspired me to find my way back to spirituality and learn the practise and art of meditation:

Busts are thought to have originated in both Egypt and Greece

Though most surviving examples come from the Roman Empire. Rome was rather fond of taking the best of Greek culture and ‘re-imagining’ it. The sculptures can be made from marble, terracotta, wood, wax, plaster, bronze, and in rare instances even gold.

The Renaissance period brought about a revival of bust making

As it did for many other arts that were lost during the Dark Ages. I am proud to continue this ancient craft and tradition and will soon put my own spin on it with a raku firing in the near future.

Stay tuned for more – coming soon!

I couldn’t resist adding this song to the post!

So what do you think of my bust? And if you were going to make a bust of someone living or dead, who would it be?

Let us know in the comments below!


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8 Comments

  1. If I made a bust to honor someone it might be Thich Nhat Hanh; I really like his smile and teachings. However, I could not make a bust, I cannot even draw a portrait.

  2. It’s so nice to finally take a breath and come here.

    Cannot explain my attraction to Buddha. It began when I was in high school. But someone knowing of my fascination about something I knew nothing about, decided to buy me a Buddha. He is still with me and doing well.

    Over the years, through good times and bad, Buddha was always somewhere nearby. One of my most cherished Buddhas is a miniature — so small, yet so defined, it fits in the center of my palm — made of pewter.

    Two years ago, it was time to look for Buddha. I had almost given up hope when I walked into a shop, looked around, disappointed. But then, while making a modest purchase, I looked up and found him on the top shelf. (Who knows how long he had been there?)

    It was him! I knew the moment I saw him. It took 2 associates and a chair to remove him from the shelf. Then I told them I needed some time to scrounge up the funds. Could they hold him for week?

    I guess they realized how strong the attachment was and agreed to my request. I was back in less than a week. This Buddha Is a bust made of granite. My first.

    I was immediately drawn to the white Buddha. But the blue Buddha is fascinating in an unexpected way and causes me to pause and think which one will it be? The white one or blue one or both?

    And the facial expression is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. What I see is the face of a child…

    And nothing makes my eyes happier than shifting perspectives. They’re beautiful.

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