Clay Stuff

Has Our Hero Gone Bad?

 

I Know Just How She Does It

 

I Wish This Was Easier

 

Portrait Sketch

 

Not My Best Side

Some One Else

It's a Solution

 

Double Down

Remainder

 

Was That Your Mom?

 

It Gets Easier With Practice

It Looked Wrong, But I Just Went With It

Zombie with Hole

Less Than I Thought I Wanted

Look At What You Made Me Do

Not What I Had In Mind When I Started

 

This Again.

Centaur

You See What I Just Did There?

 

Baby Head Fists

When Are Their Real Parents Coming To Pick Them Up?

Not Acting Alone

Phagy

Bad Bad Habit

Ansel thought I should not put an image of this one on the blog because perhaps it might encourage other children to do bad things like sit on one another's heads.

We definitely discourage that sort of thing around here.

This Hurts Me More Than It Hurts You

Muscle Suit

I've been thinking about all those "exosuits" the giant robot things in Pacific Rim, the Zords in Power Rangers, the Sigorney Weaver's loader in Aliens.  I think "Mechs" is the preferred nerd term.  

A big powerful body that has a space for a small person to run it from the inside.  

Archer told me this one should not have a "thingie" meaning the crotch bulge was bothering him.  I thought as long as I was making a silly fantasy muscle suit, why should it not have a crotch bulge?  Unless it was a girl muscle suit...

Maybe I Like It This Way

Everyone Has Their Own Monkey

So my younger son said.
Metaphorically? Or literally?

Also Looney

Looney

It seems that a real combination of rabbit and human physique would not lead to happiness... or sarcastic charm.

You And What Army?

Parasite

We've had some.  We will have some more soon, no doubt.
I prefer the ones that stay on the outside of my body.
But that rules out reproduction.  And pin worms.

You Can't Say You Weren't Warned

I listened to a podcast last night about pregnancy.... (Just as a disclaimer, I listen to a lot of podcasts mostly on more pleasant topics like science fiction, economics or astrophysics)

This reminded me how little I liked the physical state of being pregnant,  particularly the public, performative aspects of it.  The constant vomiting wasn't very nice either, but still preferable to having strangers address me as "Mommy" and pat my belly.  

But it's funny how after 10 years of parental indignities, I can barely remember how indignant I was about that sort of thing.