Sculpture
I remember my first attempt at sculpture: there was an art teacher--junior high school--by the name of 'Miss Cotton," if memory serves. She introduced us to clay. Always embullient, at least then, I proceeded to construct a dachshund, very elongated, curled around a fire-hydrant with its rear leg lifted. Well that seemed to completely defeat her; she seemed to take it personally and chastized me soundly. It took a while to recover from that experience with pedagogy and I do not recall working further in clay until about 1970 or so. Since then, I have done many pieces ranging from fit in the hand size to monumental--16 feet in ehight.