Echoes...

I forgot my camera at work, so posting has been non-existent.  I finally brought it home today.  I was at my mom's last week and she's been moving things around.  She found an art project I did when I was in ninth grade.  I'm trying to remember why I made the choice to paint the clay owls with regular paint instead of firing them with a glaze.  I think it had to do with instant gratification.  I've never been a very patient person.

Anyway, here they are--along with another critter (too bad about the beaks):