I’d have to research my facts. The myth or story as told to myself is true. The rock where I would trade vows with who I “would marry” that day after Sunday school in my pretty dress. Weekdays were swings, teeter tooter, slides, sandbox. Running bases just outside the gates.
There was a rock I thought of as the “marriage altar.” It may later be the scene of the vile crime of a woman savagely raped, battered, beaten and left for dead. She did survive. The rock altar is not in the sculpture, it’s a presence within the void.
Terra-cotta, slip & stain
19 x 19 x 4 inches
I could mount some of these round sculptures on turntables on the wall.
Or on a table display. These reliefs are not freestanding. They are primarily frontal. Multi-angled.
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