This man is part of a series where man/nature intersect. His African face is topped by broken horns and his skin shows the colors and motifs of Africa, covered by whitewash.
When Covid shut down the figure sculpture class I was in, I ended up alone* at the kitchen table, without a model. I'd been envisioning pieces where people grew horns and this was the first one. Live and learn: one horn broke off completely and I broke the other to more or less match. I'm not interested in portraying devilish figures, and it turns out it's difficult to make horns that are clearly related to animals and not devils. One of these days someone is going to get big, wide cattle horns.
* Although there were no fellow sculptors, I was actually rarely alone because my husband and I were living in my childhood home taking care of my dad. He sat for hours at the other end of the table and watched me work. It motivated him to try his hand at throwing pots again, which he'd done very skillfully in the 70s and the 90s.
