I cannot write anything about the process that makes sense . I just know that it has energy and that I have to let it flow. And I do and I enjoy as long as I stay away from censoring the process or the works.
The egg making turns out to be a pretext for something else. I still make eggs every morning first thing when I arrive in my studio, like a faithful hen. It feels good to have a routine and to make an egg or two while having a coffee. But it feels like this whole proces is about something else. Only what….that is the mystery.
The first two eggs have hatched and out came two clay sculptures. One is a two headed woman that bears resemblances to Venus and the second is a one headed sort of old Venus. It does not get sexier than, that I am afraid. Sorry Venus. I had great resistance to making her, but could not resist making her, That might be what Ursula Le Guin was talking about when she wrote ‘‘the woman who is willing to make that change must become pregnant with herself, at last. She must bear herself, her third self, her old age. ‘‘ However dramatic this sounds, I believe Ursula. However unwelcome some bodily changes are, however confusing this period is, I find it important to dive into it and try to stay alert to be able to register what it is that is changing, to be able to communicate it in my work. To work it off in my work.
So about the hatchlings: my digitally smart colleague suggested to scan both works so at least I have them digitally and can later on decide what to do with them to finish them. Not sure I want a machine made sculpture but because I am curious I followed her advise and scanned the work with my phone app. Quite cool to see the result I must admit. Accoding to her ‘‘the possibilities are infinite’. Hm…let’s see about that. But she has a point. The problem with clay is that decisions have to be made before it all dries up. Hm…sounds familiar :)).
Enfin, here is an impression of the digital visions of Venus.