An older-than-dirt sculpture which was unfortunately sold (not that I ever saw the money) by a con-artist masquerading as an agent. Poor little Raun; I rather miss him.
Anyway, super-sculpey over a wire and tinfoil armature w/acrylic.

Girth? Who needs a girth? Pure polar-bear will power is holding that saddle on I tell you! And because I'm sure someone will ask, no this wasn't inspired by the Golden Compass. I've never personally read the books (didn't see the movie either, after it got bomb ratings); this is about oh, nine years old now?