Studio visitors

I just never know who will fly in for a visit. These two, sadly, will never leave. They were perfectly preserved and are so amazing- I had to give them one more flight- even if it was a flight of fancy.

How I spent my summer vacation

So, I guess you could say, I spent my time fishing- or removing from this assemblage of scrap wood everything that is not a fish. I am still tweaking and sanding and the whiskers were a late addition that are still rough cut and need to be refined.
I had some great help from my friend, Paula and her talented eye, in her suggestions to slim down the fins and ease the transition between the head and tail section-but what I am calling, for now, "Some of us are built for speed and some of us are not" is getting very close and I still have not decided what type of finish I will use to, uh, finish it.

Tweaking the whoosh factor

Here's a tail-first view of the rocket fish. I added a bevel just behind the head to marry the fin to the motion of the upper body and insinuate a gill form. A nod and thanks to Shades for her whoosh comment.

From the archives

Most of the time I think that having my computer, organizationally, resemble my closet is a shameful thing.
But it is a nice surprise to accidently run into old stuff when you are looking for something else. And, of course, really good justification for being a slob.

Being proactive

It is bound to happen. So, I'm being proactive..... sometimes a fish is just a fish.

Something fishy in Byhalia

Here's the latest project in process. I am absolutely happiest when covered in sawdust.

Scary things

It is always gut level frightening to hear of kids taking guns to school and their equally awful consequences. But what really, really disturbs me is that they make orange jumpsuits that small.