Living Bones
My multicolored bones give, as well as an understanding of their architecture, a feel for their next incarnation and their place in our anima mundi.
From whited sculpture separated and lonesome from their original bodies, colors gives them another dimension, no longer of the gone but of a present being.
In Ancient Greece the bones along with the fat of a sacrifice were returned to the gods. Forget the meat, eaten by privileged men, who took (surreptitiously) some of the fat, the divine touch needed to make a delicious meal.
But the bones! The structure! The framework that points the way to building again from sacrificed beginnings.
Like many of the small things I make, my painted bones, particularly the little ones, are objects to be handled (carefully), remaining what they were as well what they are. Their colors grow together and pass each other, reacting with the shape beneath, making the unique in a step away from their original place and use without loss.
As for the skulls. The halves I have tried to further confuse from the suggestion of mirror image. A challenge to the imposition of order; the colors and shapes sometimes echoing the curve of bone and sometimes refute it.