Crazy busy at work lately, galleries calling
looking for their orders, sandblaster problems,
my hands ache from painting, peeling, polishing....
There is a point in the process where the piece
tends to look really messy, with paint smudged
and smeared, colors colliding: stem, leaf & petal
a jumble of black, green, pink/red/yellow.
And then something wonderful happens, with
a damp cloth and a soft emery board, and the pattern
emerges -- delicate, clear, precise.
That's the "ahhhh" moment.
(And then it's the ibuprofen moment. Sigh.)