I suppose this is just to show that there's no more visual progress to be found. Not that I've made much this last week. My truck was down, full winter was up, and I ceded the shop to frozen ghosts. I'm coming to the point when I'm faced with two travertine sculptures needing wet sanding, something I hate. Especially in January.
But there's two ambitious pieces building pressure, and the old ones don't deserve to become orphans. I fear that for the coming month this blog will become a meditation on the necessity of self-imolation in the pursuit of self-promotion.