March 29, 2013

Sequence


I wanted to find the forefingers.  Ah.  I have no good reason to forget that the placement of detail is foolish before mass is settled.  I just cling to this illusion that nailing a bit will help to disperse the chaos that can freeze you up.  But it's the plod that pulls you through:
This chunk has to go right here.
That means that this other chunk can only go there.
Oh, is your pretty diddly lost?
Pity.