Clay Portrait Sculpture (of my daughter)


As  my daughter is transitioning into her teens I’m feeling the need to stop time…

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost

Clay Portrait Sculpture (of my daughter) Clay Portrait Sculpture (of my daughter) Clay Portrait Sculpture (of my daughter) Clay Portrait Sculpture (of my daughter)

See full post here: Jason Jaspersen2015-08-21.