He stands over two feet tall, but I thought the damage was minimal. Lots of chipped paint and tiny cracks here and there, but I thought I could do it.
Of course, I was a little nervous, hoping I didn't bite off more than I could chew.
At one point, I wasn't sure if the flecks of paint would ever stop coming off!
Once all the extras were removed, I used paper clay to resculpt the big problem areas. His hood needed the most TLC.
My goal wasn't to make this look pristine. I preferred to let some chips still show through to honor its age. (Wabi-Sabi!)
After a day of letting the clay dry, I primed the entire statue. Although primed, the plaster soaked up the paint like a sponge. In some areas, there are as many as three coats of paint.
But, the results were worth the effort.
He was sprayed with a matte finish first. Then I applied Burnt Umber oil paint for an antique look, and sprayed him with two more coats of satin polyurethane.
I was so afraid of dropping him, I spent half the time cradling him in my arms as I painted him.
This statue belonged to Frank's father, who worked in a Catholic church that has long since shut down.
He was able to choose some items to bring home and this statue was one of them. I think it dates back to 1920, but I don't know for sure.
This restoration project brought so much creativity, peace and inner happiness to me this past week I have to wonder......
Who was REALLY restored? St. Anthony or me?