Ray Guns of my Childhood

This pot is taking a long time, but I think I am on the home run with it now. There is a lot carving, layering, scraping and even more colour. I really hope this piece is going to radiate childhood memories of plastic ray guns. The zinging auras around the ray guns works well to my eye, it makes them vibrate. For me, it was (and still is) all about the lurid colours of these toys which never seem to fade, even when you find them years later, forgotten until that moment. Memory can be this bright.