The piece that started it all. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I was astounded and somewhat taken aback to find this little guy in a box at the Salvation Army’s “last stop before the incinerator store.” I had my own family’s clay stuff at home, but hadn’t thought much about it. I picked this up and thought, “wow, some kid’s clay project.” And then I thought again, “Some kid’s clay project – why would anyone throw this away?” Call it PMS, but I got pretty emotional thinking that someone’s mother had likely died and the person who cleaned out her home must not have known anything about her or where to locate her relatives. If they had, they surely would never have donated her child’s handmade art to the thrift store! I love this guy almost as much as I love Stephanie’s scarab beetle. The blobby lump of his body has a pretty parti-colored glaze, and some sort of tool has been used to make the round, tooth-filled “mouth” in front. I’m amazed his little pinched arms survived the trip to the thrift store, and his pencil-poked eyes give you a woeful look. He stands about 4 inches tall. return to gallery 1 home