My husband and youngest son, Gary, went to the Vancouver School of Art, night classes and took the sculpture course. They not only enjoyed the course, but the time they spent together, one on one.
After the course was over, Gary decided to do a bust of his dad. What a messy process that was.. good thing he could do it in the carport.
First, he modeled his dad’s head in clay. Then he made a mold from that with plaster of paris, and then had to pour a mixture into that mold to get the “finished” product.
It stayed in that form for many years, and then Gary had it bronzed and gave it to me one Christmas. It sits on the other end of my “desk”.
I will have to let the pictures tell the story. I don’t remember the exact details.