Oh my, this was quite the undertaking. Getting a piece to work in 3 dimensions is always the challenge. Getting this piece to work in 3 dimensions and to have it feel and look like a horse without ears and with one eye...well, i think you get what I've been dealing with. Though all of that was manageable, it was my overreaching vision of Geronimo's horse with the flowing mane, with emphasis on the flowing mane, that really busted my ass. In my excitement to create this beauty, I conveniently forgot that every single cut needs a great deal of attention. I haven't counted them as of yet, but I'll guess this new piece has about 200 cuts just in the mane. I am trying to do the math... 200 cuts 15 stages in each cut. No, I think I won't do the math. Anyway, doth I complain too much?
I have just come from the tub and I am going to pour myself a glass of wine and have my friend Micheline come with me to look at the finished piece. Micheline is my dear friend and an amazing photographer. We all call her "the eye" because she has such an amazing talent of seeing art. When I am stuck I'll ask her to take a look at a piece and tell me what is not working. It is such a gift to have that extra set of eyes.
I haven't found a name for this one yet. Pirate comes to mind with the one eye and all...just kidding, shoot me if I ever call one of my pieces Pirate. You know naming a piece is always so difficult for me. You'd think I'd have a little more imagination than i do when it comes to this, but alas, no such luck.
Anyway this as of yet nameless piece was way more work than I bargained for. I searched my mind many times during her birthing as to what viable profession I could begin at this late date in my life. But maybe its like real live human birth....mothers always say you forget the pain of childbirth when you are holding that baby, (thank god for this blessed act of forgetfulness on the part of my own mother, being that I am the 5th of 6 children) All I know is that after cussing and screaming as any good mother does during a long, drawn out birth, I am now beholding the new stone and have a new one waiting for me out there to start tomorrow. It is decidedly without a mane though.
