I’ve added new and improved pictures on my sculpture page. Also donated the Hands piece to my sons art auction. Sold to the very artist I met with a year ago seeking advice about working with wool. I very much admire her work and am pleased that she found my piece good enough to add to her incredible art collection. Now if I can only stay out of my own way and continue, as I have, back to path of my desires as an artist. That is my biggest challenge. Earplugs in and blinders on, I just keep plugging forward ignoring my other self that wants to remind me that I am wasting my time, that art is not a real job, that I have no business in this highfalutin field as a child of the back woods. Nope, I continue hum to myself and plow forth. The loft studio is almost together. I go up there now and can barely contain the urge to clap my hands and jump up and down giggling. No basement hovel with fleas, no horse stall without windows, but rather a great big beautiful loft in my barn with a huge old paned glass window about six feet square, high rafters and an old hay hook hanging from its track. I am nearly in paradise! A wood stove and lots of time is all I need.