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96F-17"Having a Ball"July 21 | ||||
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This is what happens when a sand sculptor gets tired. I'd pretty well used myself up on Saturday, but still couldn't refuse Russ' offer to help. I arrived on the beach a little while before Russ. Sitting on the storm drain, watching the waves roll and recede, I started playing with the sand. It was soaked, and packed well into balls. Can I make an arch out of stacked sand balls? Russ' arrival interrupted the experiment. The beach had been rearranged and good sand was hard to find. Bits of waterlogged chaparral charcoal were admixed with layers of coarse and fine sand. Russ is a rockhound, and there's no better help in digging than one of those. The mixture made for an interesting pile, built on the stump of its predecessor, which had been smashed overnight. My mind was pretty well gone when the time came to carve. This is shown in the the rough finish. The day was hot, the opposite of Saturday, requiring much water for both sculpture and maker. Russ watched while polishing opals. The design is simple because I didn't have the Watts to keep track of anything complex. Even with help, sand sculpture is an endurance event. When the time came to call it finished there was still plenty of daylight. Idle hands get into trouble. After signing the sculpture, I started playing with balls again. My friend Steve didn't like the result, but I think it's kind of cute. Not, perhaps, the best place for it, but still an interesting idea for decorations made separately and applied as accent points. I planned to experiment more with this, but events didn't work out that way. This one is unique. I like it.
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