Wax sections of our Fluke sculpture hang by a window at Artworks Foundry in Berkeley
Something about seeing the Fluke waxes for the first time, hanging backlit by the foundry windows like curing hams, signaled the arrival of autumn. Maybe it was the lower angle of the sun, or the sweet smell of wax melting, or the brown and red in the light, or the feeling that goes with making careful preparations for what lies ahead, but I felt the season shift as I applied finishing touches to the wax positives before they were cast in bronze, knowing I was in competition with the late summer heat and its potential to distort hollow wax forms of this scale.