Younger bust

Portrait by Kim Marchesseault Portrait by Kim Marchesseault

Here is the continuation of the previous portrait since I have changed models.  I learned a lot about the differences in the ages of faces by changing from an older woman in her fifties to a younger model of age fifteen. The area around the mouth in particular, the jaw line and they eye areas are so very different.  In a younger person, the eye sockets are more filled. The mouth is full. The muscles around the mouth are plump. The Jaw line is cleaner.

Teenagers are lazy! That’s the most important lesson. I have to wrestle this girl (my daughter) out of bed at two in the afternoon. She gets to sit there and read a book, but she’d prefer to lie down.


Sculpture Bust

oldportraitsmall1962 Here is the very beginning of a larger than life portrait bust in clay. I had about 2 hours with the original model and, even though I think it would have been very nice looking, because she is a beautiful woman, she is in her 50’s and I realized I wanted a more youthful face. In this picture I just pulled off the plastic and started reducing along the jaw line and making changes. …and now I have a new model!

My daughter is going to pose for this portrait. She works cheap and can read a book while I sculpt!

Gifts of Gold

My daughter, Brooke Marchesseault, represented Martin GT Magnet Middle School in the Wake County event called Gifts of Gold  with a sculpture she made of a jaguar.  Yes, that’s right, a sculpture.  In this event, each art teacher from each school in Wake County can enter a single student. This was a great honor.

I had never laid eyes on this sculpture of hers until last night at the show. It is beautiful. She worked from a small, flat photograph and produced a prowling cat. in clay. She used underglazes to create a gorgeous, spotted coat on her jaguar. 

The show is currently on display at the Raleigh Memorial Auditorium on South Street. I’ll post a picture of the sculpture as soon as I’m able to take one.

I’m so proud of her.


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Here is a quiet little moment with the tiny smile of an eight-year-old girl. I sure wish I had a model for this because I very much want to be good at sculpting children.

I’ve been working on this sculpture during our kitchen remodeling project. We finally finished laying tile on the kitchen floor and it’s gorgeous. That thing that irritates me so much about my husband…his grueling, torturous perfectionism, is also the thing that after the project is done I’m most proud of him for. My hands ache from handling the porcelain tiles and trying to scrub thinset off my fingertips, from scouring the tile again and again to remove the grout film.

I have a toaster oven and a microwave to prepare meals with. The fridge is in the ice-cold garage.  I have to be near starvation to risk exposure to the sub arctic temperatures.

You never know when you may be called upon at 5:40am from your warm, toasty bed to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  The jelly’s in the garage. NOOOooooo….


seeds2 copyWhen I dreamt this one, I wasn’t sure how to make it. It took me a while to figure it out. “Seeds” came from a dream, but I think also it may have been inspired by a Japanese sculptseeds3ure we’ve had in our family since I lived in Okinawa as a child. I’ve made a lot of changes. I will post images of the Japanese sculpture soon.

There is a full female nude under the fabric on this one. The lady who modeled is really quite beautiful in real life by modern standards.

I’m not entirely done with the hands and a few other things. I was stumped for a long time by the birds because I don’t know much about birds. I’m sorry to all of you bird sculptors out there for my humble attempt.

I have a lot of dreams left to sculpt.

Banana Noire

banana noire  This is what happens to your banana when you go to Slovenia for too long, sweetheart. We’re trying to hold out the best we can, but I don’t think your banana will still be here when you get back honey. Come home soon.

The birdhouse massacre

Birdhouse by Troy Marchesseault What mother wouldn’t love sucBirdhouse by Troy Marchesseaulth a gorgeous, hand painted birdhouse from a wonderful, two-year-old son?  He worked hard to paint these perches bright red. I love this thing. I’ll save it forever.  Birds never moved in… This is my favorite birdhouse in the world.

Troy’s baseball season is starting up soon. He’s going to be eleven in a few weeks.