January 16, 2016

Lovely day, chopping away

And best of all, at the end of the day, when I unleash the cruel pencil, I found gobs more for tomorrow.  This is not sculptor's anorexia, no, no, no.  I will resist the aching desire to separate two planes that must connect against their will.  I do not wish to summon the furies.  Imperfection will hold this thing together.