January 23, 2016

Confession

On the seventeenth I announced that dry sanding would be finished by the end of the next day.  Well, it sure won't be done by tomorrow.  The fact is, I really like this part, the endless tuning.  Really, it's got to be the reason I'm still a sculptor.  It ain't the dreaming, the blocking, nor even the carving, and surely not the finish, moving, or marketing... 
It's the hunt for the little stuff that can make a difference.  I love it.
Perhaps I should see if I can apply more of that in the rest of my life.