the "Queen of Spiders" - work in progress

My first iteration of a sculpted spider, a mixture of various kinds of arachnids.
Here's the thing about this piece: I can't stand spiders. When I see one, I don't bother with search&rescue missions via dustpan or glass. I just plain kill them because they are sneakily invading my territory.
While sculpting this thing, starting from a pudgy blob to this nasty crawler, I felt a growing uneasyness, especially while working on it's face...head...meh. I believe it might be because as humans, we are trained to recognize other humans in all kinds of circumstances. A face in the clouds, Jesus in a burnt toast, Elvis in a sweaty stain on your bowling-shirt.
In this case, I stared at a face with eight unfriendly looking eyes and a mouth with a set of sharp mandibles and my brain kept comparing it to a human head...

...I will continue this piece.

In daylight.

multiple exclamation marks!!!

...that's how people look like who use them in online conversations.

The penguin is a clever metaphor - it symbolizes, in a freudian way, the recursive notion of deep uncertainty in our deepest selves, flung into the world without explanation or guidance, dependant on forces we can't and can not even hope to understand, wondering where we will end up in this vast universe...

...meh. Sometimes, a strange looking penguin ist just a strange looking penguin. Nothing to see here. Move along.

the tiny tired tapir

YAAAAAAAWN.......!

I got down with a small case of the common cold the other day. While resting in my pillow-fort (my safe hiding place from evil germs), my nose felt exactly like the plump snout of a tapir. Finally, when I opened my window to start the day, the sun greeted me with a hearty and warm "Hello stranger! Get to work!"
That's how the tapir came into existence.