Four Days. F-O-U-R.
I am experiencing a "letting go" ness with the sculpture. I know that she is done. Well, she has to be, I'm out of time. But a calm secure feeling of "she's done, really- she is and its time to just add some finishing touches." No more changes, no color additions or re-painting. She's done.
But the proof stands before me waiting for me to believe. And, while I know I believe its a huge jump from wanting to be (a real grown up artist!!!) and actually being one. What are the expectations of one after they become an artist (let themselves be an artist)???? Will I be harshly disappointed with the reality of being an artist or will my heart sing like I think it just might? Hmmmm....its scary and delicious all at once.