This is the first towert where a face appeared, and then suddenly, with a quick cut of the knifw in raw clay, it became a chiminea, a spot for a tiny fire, smoke winding up, a contemplation of character. There is a fire in the belly, something smoldering to consider.
I like the idea of building a tower, heavy on the bottom, rooted to gravity. The figure of it is upright, as we are. Raw clay is very much like a body. Here,