I’m completely
exhausted. Cleaning up required a Herculean effort.
I don’t think
I’ve done something so messy in decades — flocking. It was everywhere. It stuck
to everything. It was on my dishes, all through my spice rack and in the
cupboards. I need new slippers too; I ruined my current ones.
But it’s
finished and it’s decent. It ain’t fabulous, but I’m happy with it. It’s good
enough and I think viewers won’t have as critical an eye about the bag texture
as I do. And when the details are added, that may further distract viewers’ eyes.
It definitely could have been done better, but then that’s true of every
first-time paper sculptural technique and texture I’ve attempted.
I had lunch
with Dwight and when I came back and looked at it after a break, it looked
better. And while I was cleaning, I reflected on how much I owe Dr. Shoja. I
get to talk to this wise and understanding woman about all the “weird” things
that happen to me. Her acceptance of everything and her assurance are at the
centre of my wellbeing right now.
Tomorrow: The
braid and a start on the logo.
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