End of my first teaching term. The girls embarked on an Urban Gnome Project, a cosmopolitan take on the traditional garden gnome, and for novices at claywork, I have to say I am mighty proud of 'em. Six gnomes were made and four survived the firing. Marilyn exploded... too much air in the hair, and all that was left of her was her Chanel earring (I kid you not). Incidentally, in her combustion, she also took off Pilot Gnome's face, so there you are... the two of them in their last intact moments.
And the Urban Gnomes at our school's art exhibition.
