The piece I worked on has been sitting for a while. The torso looks so much like Gadhafi (it was quite unintentional and simply the result of my sculpting inexperience and lack of training). A visiting friend saw and admired the piece and teased repeatedly that she wants it when it's finished. I thought it might make a nice birthday gift for her this year.
The move from an indoor studio to an outside studio has not been without damage and loss. There are a dozen things I can't find and the rolodex that I thought I had so brilliantly created, listing all craft supplies and their location (absolutely necessary with a million different bells and whistles) is now utterly useless. I recall this piece perched atop a sturdy dowel, poking out of a bucket of rulers, pens and paintbrushes on my work desk, and also recall that it plopped out and onto the desk a week or so ago. I never noticed the damage. So I spent two hours today affixing fibers and a zillion tiny threads of copper wire (with a million more wires to go, or so I thought), only to have it end up looking like Gadhafi with a broken nose in a dress. Scrap.
