Here's another high school ceramics class monstrosity. The lumpiness kind of works with the disgusting shape a beholder usually has, though I clearly didn't have the patience for all 10 eyestalks. I think in general my high school art classes were exercises in plowing through assignments rather than enjoying the creative possibilities of a given medium. My skill level improved dramatically in college, where things were a bit more freeform. So, while I would never present a piece like this for sale, it's interesting to look back on it to get a sense of my progression.
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