I have a series of very crudely drawn graphic novels I made when I was about twelve and I'm in the process of transcribing them. This unpleasant creature doesn't actually appear in them, but he figures into the story in a tangential way.
The background and the eye are glazed and the rest is painted with acrylics.
Without a glare:
With a glare. Shiny:
After the glaze firing but before the acrylics were painted on:
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ceramic artist and potter in Tucson, Arizona.
I work in the medium of stoneware clay and make hand-built pottery, sculpture, hamsas, ornaments, masks, and a variety of other forms.
I’m a self-taught autistic artist working in my medium for over twenty years. I like monsters, insects, weird animals, body horror, folk horror, horror comedy, horror in general, Halloween decorations, fast food mascots, kitsch – all of these creep into my work, but there’s really no overarching theme.
I am in love with my medium. I love the process of frantically birthing clay monstrosities, subjecting them to an epic trial by fire, and sending them out into the world.