Showing posts with label porcelain casting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label porcelain casting. Show all posts

Thursday, June 24, 2010

And The Winner Is ....

A winner has been drawn for the give away of the limited edition porcelain dog sculpture.

The fairest way I could think of doing it was assigning everyone a number and giving the bottle a shake.

The number of the ball that popped out in my hand first belonged to Debie Lyons.

Congrats Debie! Email me your shipping info and I'll get this off to you.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

A 100th Post and a Miniature Give Away

I can't believe I've reached 100 posts! Anyone that knows me well knows how much I hate typing.

If it wasn't for the dreaded keyboard I'd probably be a much more prolific blogger. Anyway to celebrate my 100th milestone I'd like to do my first give away. It is of a dog I sculpted.

I had a plaster mold made and cast up a limited edition of 15 of the dogs in Dresden flesh porcelain. This is one of the remaining two dogs I have left.

All one of my followers need do is leave a comment to this post and I'll pick a random winner on June 24th.The dog measures 2 1/4" high. A little history on the dog. I used to add it to miniature work I was doing at the time. One such piece was titled Home For The Holidays.

The little hobo violinist and most everything else was sculpted of royal porcelain clay. Everything in the scene was handmade by me except the cast dog, and the tree -- though I did make the tree ornaments.

I really liked that sculpture but unfortunately I wouldn't have it for long.

We had a family friend who used to do street fairs and trade shows. She was unable to get a booth at a local fair because her merchandise was mass produced. She asked if she could borrow a few of my sculptures to display so she could obtain a booth. I was happy to do it for her. I lent her three pieces. One of them being Home For The Holidays. The Monday after the show I phoned and asked for my work back. She kept putting me off and putting me off. Finally I had enough showed up at her door and she admitted Home For The Holidays was among the missing.

It had disappeared from her storage unit. I guess I should be flattered. The thief had good taste. That was the last time I ever let any of my work out of my sight without something in writing.