Samson was never meant to move quickly. He’s built for holding ground - the kind of figure you might find standing at the edge of a harbour long after the last boat has gone.
There’s a calm, rooted strength in him. A stillness. His expression is unreadable at first, but not unkind. The kind of face that’s seen more than it says - someone who has weathered things silently and stayed upright through it all. He isn’t lost in thought. He is the thought.
Samson came together slowly, with more weight and width than any other piece I’ve sculpted. I worked in broad strokes to shape his stance, holding back from over-detailing the surface. His chest and shoulders were layered with thick slip, then carved and worn back like stone exposed to years of wind.
I kept his silhouette strong and uncluttered - nothing unnecessary. Just form, texture, and presence. His glaze is muted and earthy, letting the structure speak. No drama. No gloss.
Samson was shaped during a time when I kept returning to the idea of quiet resilience - the kind people carry without ever asking for recognition. He represents the ones who bear weight without complaint. Those who hold stories in their posture. The ones who never left, and never needed to be asked to stay.
He’s not a leader. He’s a foundation.
Samson is part of The Quiet Ones - a collection of figures who speak not through words, but through presence. They don’t draw the eye immediately. But once seen, they stay with you.
He’s the anchor among them. Still. Strong. Unshaken.
"Each morning, Samson stood at the bluff’s edge before the sky had warmed. He didn’t watch the sea for boats. He wasn’t waiting. He simply stood - as he always had - because the ground needed someone to hold it.”
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