All of these old men were created with the same block of beige Sculpey clay. I shaped the clay into an interesting lump, shoved in the eyes, tressed it up a bit and then took the picture. Afterwards, I plucked out the eyes and started over.
Bert
This is Bert. He's either a war veteran or a retired lumberjack, I could never get him to say for sure. Visitors may be put off by his gruff appearance, but behind that caustic attitude is a heart of... well, not gold... maybe bronze? Copper?
O'Doole
O'Doole was a champion checkers player in his day. The attendants place a new checkers board in front of him every morning. No one sees O'Doole move, but by the end of the day the red side has always won.
Crow
It's refreshing to meet a man who keeps such wit into his older years. Crow snuck up behind me and slammed two bedpans together right behind my head. Scared the living daylights out of me, but Crow and the others could hardly stand for the laughter that shook their frail frames.
Oren
Oren lost his voice to smoking decades ago. Still, his lips move in endless soliloquy. I wonder what he's saying?
Old Ben
Sometimes men, like wine, refine in old age. I think Ben was a saint at birth, and his soul has only grown brighter since.
Here's about how large each head was.
