In college I started work on a clay sculpture of a gargoyle that was essentially me channeling this horror show I watched on TV when I was a kid: The Gargoyles (1972). The plot synopsis calls it: "A horror tale involving an anthropologist researching his book on demonology with his photographer daughter in a bizarre adventure that has a group of gargoyles, descendants of a monster whose skeleton the two have stumbled on, menacing the pair in order to retrieve the bones of their ancestor." It scared me [lots]!
I made the hideous clay gargoyle friendly looking and called it Elgin. Up to last year he sat on the porch of our house. Then he got stolen! (The sincerest form of flattery for an artist, right?)
So this year I decided to make another gargoylesque thing out of rolled newspaper tubes and tape. I call it a "skink".
Watches Amanda gather leaves.
He's a little camera shy.