This blog will be about beautiful things.
I have been sculpting non-stop for the past two days. Trying to force my proportions into perfection. The angle of a finger, the bend of the wrist, the width of the arm. I want it to say so much.. about life, hope, anticipation, the joy of being pregnant. I want to be able to feel baby Kennedy snuggled up in her mommy's tummy. Yet it is so elusive.
The longer I work and struggle the more I fall in love.... What is it about sculpting that pulls and draws at me like a drug?
Yay . . . you're blogging! I love these pictures, my friend—you are doing exactly what you set out to do—capture the essence of a mother with child. Good work! I can't wait to watch the process continue!
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So lifelike. The hands are so perfect, I recognized them as mine right away. You are incredibly talented.
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