The Walking Wounded: Clay Survivors

Last Friday I banged a right at the Flying Star and landed in purgatory. Well, not literally. OK, it was the back room of Santa Fe Clay, where I was overwhelmed by a pack of skulking sculptural humans, almost without exception mirroring the tenor of the times in their meticulously crafted corpuses. An illustrated Dante's Inferno? Or simply the cumulative effect of recession and depression on us all? In other eras, they might be called grotesques. Today? Merely normal. Hard times are written all over our faces...and all over our art.

All photos by Heidi Utz. Please credit if reusing. Unfortunately I did not write down artists’ names, but they may be available through the Santa Fe Clay website. http://www.santafeclay.com/