Lucky enough to live in front of a park, the view from the window of my studio is wonderful! And yet, in the Winter months, the fog can make the park look mysterious and a bit scary. The oak trees are bare and the street lights have an eerie glow... the old grandfather clock chimes another hour arrived. The fog is low and something is about to happen. Take a look
Late one night I got an idea to recreate this image on clay and rolling out copper and brown made a sheet where I impressed bare tree trunks with Stazon ink. Using metallic Perfect Pearls I was able to layer and blend to give some depth to the scene. The last detail was the clock embedded into the clay.
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