Additional information
| Artist | |
|---|---|
| Image Size | 7.4" High x 5.1" Wide x 4.4" Deep |
| Medium | Sculpture |
| Availability | Available to Order |
Field Mouse by Edge Sculpture
£130.00
Field Mouse
Edge Sculpture
by Matt Buckley
Description
Field Mouse by Edge Sculpture
Each sculpture has been originally sculpted from clay, which allows the sculptor to be freer, giving the pieces the dynamic and organic fee, stylised by Edge Sculpture. The finished clay sculp ‘masters’ are then taken to be moulded, and each subsequent piece has been carefully hand cast from this mould using ceramic polystone, which allows for faithful reproduction of detail and texture applied to the original sculpt. the finishing touch is the skilful application of hand painting and finishing, which brings the sculpt to life. The end result is a centre piece and talking point in anyone’s living room!
Matt Buckley started off his sculpting career over 20 years ago having been afforded the opportunity to hone his craft by following in the footsteps of his step father, Robert Harrop, by working on the ‘Country Companions’ and later named ‘Doggie People’ range which have resided successfully to this day within the ‘giftware’ and ‘collectible’ industry for well over 25 years themselves.
Licensed figurines that Matt has both sculpted personally and directed include the Beano and Dandy, Camberwick Green, Roald Dahl, Bagpuss, 2000 AD, The Magic Roundabout, Mr Benn and Gerry Anderson’s Thunderbirds, Captain Scarlet and Stingray, with many pieces being continually produced to this date.
Matt remains the Creative Director of Robert Harrop Designs LTD and indeed the skills and ability to manufacture quality figurines from within their family run company in Shropshire has enabled this very new collection of work to become a reality and Edge Sculpture to thrive.
The Field Mouse
Summer, and the long grass is a snare drum. The air hums with jets. Down at the end of the meadow, far from the radio’s terrible news, we cut the hay. All afternoon its wave breaks before the tractor blade. Over the hedge our neighbour travels his field in a cloud of lime, drifting our land with a chance gift of sweetness.
The child come running through the killed flowers, his hands a nest of quivering mouse, its black eyes two sparks burning. We know it will die and ought to finish it off. It curls in agony big as itself and the star goes out in its eye. Summer in Europe, the fields hurt, and the children kneel in long grass, staring at what we have crushed.
