Sneak Peek at Next Mutation (in progress)

Just the beginning...

One Man Wolfgang

So the original piece...why were his feet so big?  Why was he busting out of them?  My mind went to some form of gigantism or transformation.  I went with transformation.

Tried some new things, learned from a few mistakes but all in all I really do like how this piece turned out!  Hope you do too,
>K

The Process

For those interested in the process, here is the piece I'm working on before...and after applying the clay.  The next step is priming and painting.  I'm really enjoying building this one!

Awoooo!

>K

That trick never works...

Now Mr. Bun-Buns, if we're going to win that talent contest tomorrow then we have to come up with a magic trick that the people will never forget.  It has to be amazing!  It has to be stupendous!  It has to be jaw-dropping!  It has to make people remember the name 'Morag the Magnificent' forever and ever.  Hmmmm, I've got it Mr. Bun-Buns!

Morag the Magnificent did not win the talent contest...but nobody ever forgot her name.

I've only every known of two people with the name Morag.  One was the wife of Steve Smith (Red Green) and I remember this from their Smith & Smith comedy show.  The other was the witch from the Ewoks cartoon.  I thought she was one of the Duloks, but as I look it up she was not one of them.  Either way the name stuck with me and has always been one of my favorite female names simply for its repulsiveness and harsh pronunciation.

Why are these figurines always standing in tall grass?

Enjoy,

>K

Genie

Damn.  I know her.  They don't prepare you for this in all the zombie guides and movies.  They talk about when your family gets sick, or your spouse.  Sure it sucks having to put a bullet in your best friends head but then you feel like you've set them free, free from this world of pain and suffering.  What's really wearing me down is the constant stream of everyday people I took for granted reminding me one kill at a time that my life is never going to go back to the routine I had grown so accustomed to.  The guy who pumps your gas, the librarian, the guy who walked his weiner dog past my house every day.
Take her for example.  She worked at the bakery around the corner with her husband for years.  When I was a kid she would yell at me for taking too many free samples and yet there was always an extra cookie or sweet in the bag when me and mom got back home.
They were European I think, I can still hear her husbands accent.  He called her 'Genie', must've been short for Eugina or something.  My friend used to say that if he ever rubbed a bottle and she came out, his first wish would be for her to get back into the bottle...he was an ass.
Someone's taken a few shots at her, terrible aim though.  Hope they got away.  I won't miss.  I've been through this enough times to know it's me or her.  Rest in peace Genie.

This piece has driven me to the brink.  I restarted the paint colours 3 times because I couldn't quite get it to match the way I wanted it to.  This is why it's been what...six weeks since my last mutation?  Alas she is done.  However, when I went to spray her with the varnish it reacted terribly with the paint.  We were not amused...as I wandered the house wondering which wall would be best to smash my head against (not in a yelling angry guy sort of way just mad in my head) my daughter came up and gave me this:

Thanks universe.  Went back and saw that the effect of the varnish actually enhanced the piece.  Now I don't mind it as much.

Hope you guys dig it too.

Peace.

>K

Penelope Grace

All the boys loved,

Penelope Grace.

If you looked past her,

She'd just change her face.

This is the 20th mutation!  I wanted to make it a good one, so I added the clay to 3 separate pieces and picked the best one...here she is:  Penelope Grace.

Hope you enjoy!

>K

Gaston's Last Trick

People would come from miles around, spend their hard earned pay to see Gaston's Blue Angels.  They were the things of legend.  Some say that man's anus was a portal to some other beautiful dimension.  Perhaps it was a sudden change of wind direction that night, perhaps he should never have tried the unheralded two-canner, perhaps it was some jilted ex-lover who juiced his fire with extra excellerant...whatever it was, that man died bringing joy and laughter to the world...and that's okay by me.

Every now and again the universe throws you and easy one.  It was pretty easy to tell what was going to happen to poor Gaston here.  I didn't want to be crude though, not really my style.  I think I got my point across without going overboard.

I posted on my precious mutations facebook accound taht I've been channeling 'Sol the Clown' during the mutation of Gaston.  Sol the Clown was a clown on TVO (TV Ontario) during the 1980's that both bewildered and fascinated me as a child.  He would come on the television and attempt to teach the basics of french linguistics.  His facial expressions, his voice, even the opening music would have me enthralled from beginning to end...and yet I never learned a lick of french from him.  Still one of my earliest and most vivid memories as a child though.  Him and the creepy creatures from Read-a-Long...shudder.  Perhaps this is where I developed my twisted takes on things.

Original sculpture:  Happy Hobo, made in Taiwan by Jasco.

Enjoy!

>K