I saw this little white shell on a friend's blog. It was found in a desert, bleached out and faded by time. About 6 inches long, I just had to have it, I envisioned a poem etched into it. And a carved character to go along,
A kitchen pestle fit the bill. After I carved his face, I cut notches for his leg. I used drum sticks for his limbs. and found a metal bit for his head. Here's the "tale on his shell" He's got one shoe on and one shoe off, he's got places to go albeit rather slowly:
"I wasn't trying to go fast, but simply arrive, I didn't need to win,,,instead just keep going, one foot in front of another, slow but steady"
His bride awaits a broom indeed.
Happily, Turtleman has found a new home. I'll miss him, he was one of the first characters, and a labor of love. You can see him and his bride at Guardino Gallery until May 22nd,