my life as a artist
snow woman no cry
Tuesday 23rd February 2010 12:25 AM
Yesterday's surprise snow meant that there was no car-boot sale and no football, so I played out in the yard instead and built this snow woman. She started out as Sophia, the Goddess of Wisdom. The world is plagued with patriarchal smart-arses, and I thought it couldn't do any harm to create an image of the epitome of feminine thought, which is of a kind that uses both the left and right brain modes, and combines acute observation with intuition. It's relational and inclusive, and arises out of love and concern for ones fellow beings, and Richard Dawkins and the Pope.
However, at ten past three this afternoon, due to solar influence and having a big nose, her head fell off, and as I felt that she no longer had the necessary attributes to be a Goddess of Wisdom, I gave her the day off. Big bellied and stump-necked, she was now Astarte, her huge, cantilevered cantaloupe breasts laughing with the promise of new life.
My new Goddess was much more down to earth than Sophia, and with my mind deranged by hypothermia, I found her a lot more approachable, and pretty soon we were larking around and swapping snow jokes (One snowman to another 'Can you smell carrots?') Anyway, one thing led to another, and before the self-same sun, that with the help of an over-sized nose had decapitated Sophia, had set, Astarte was with child. 
This early spring arrival, this messenger of hope, this 'enfant du neige', snowdrop-sprouting from the artists hands, was made of Sophia's head and car-scrapings. After what seemed like an eternity of merciless inner scrutiny and lacerating self-doubt, I decided to call the child Snowy. Even though the sun had gone down, the temperature continued to rise, and just before these pictures were taken, I'm afraid to say that Astarte's thighs, by the sheer weight of their voluptuousness, had broken off at the torso. The last time I called the emergency services about damaged snowpersons they got quite shirty with me, and I didn't have the number for social services, so I just left them both there until this morning.
The night didn't go well for either of them. Snowy's lost a lot of weight, including her head, so thankfully can't see that her mother, the once-proud Astarte, is now just an untidy pile of old, cold, elephant bones. It's all very disappointing, but with snow forecast for Thursday, I'm hoping things might pickup a bit.
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I see that you didn't try to sculpt Doreen the goddess of housework!
Validation word is 'normal'. How surreal is that?
Posted by John (aka Jonault aka jono) , on Tuesday 23rd February 2010, 8:22 PM
Snowy will have to be renamed Snowdrop ... and then just Drop.
Such is life!
Posted by Primrose Wood , on Tuesday 23rd February 2010, 12:23 PM
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