Tortugas Exploration
Hamlin Exploration
I haven’t heard her voice in 25 years. I don’t remember what it sounds like anymore, but I vividly remember being a small child, sitting on top of an old rotting picnic table in my grandmothers backyard one summer evening. The mourning doves were calling to each other, and my mom was sitting beside me. I remember her telling me she could talk to them. She raised both hands to her mouth and made a shape. To my surprise, the sound that followed was the same sound as the doves nearby. My eyes became dinner plates when the birds called back with an identical coo. I was five years old and my mom was magic.She held my hands and made the shape and showed me what to do. I didn’t immediately get it, but with practice and patience, I could only manage a high pitched whistle. It took me a few years, and bigger hands to make the right sound.To other people, it’s just a weird thing I can do, but to me it’s my connection to her. She still speaks through my hands.Someday If I have children, I’ll teach them the sound of their grandmother’s voice with my bare hands.
Sculpt by Fu Yang. Designed and hand painted by me.
Sci fi scene made entirely myself, in Blender.