And then there's this.
This mysterious creature, as yet unnamed, is still second (or third or fourth, depending on how you count) in line in my ever-increasing roster of projects "in the hole".
And yet, as excited as I am about the rest (which is very), this one has taken over my mind and heart.
I'm in love with it. Maybe even slightly obsessed. I love the way its limbs fall akimbo when it sits in my hand, the weight of it, the perfect palm size of it, the different attitudes it takes as gravity works its magic.
I can't help propping it in different corners of the room as I work on other projects, glancing over at it from time to time to see what it's doing, how its personality is taking hold of my environment.
I love its waxed-twine joints and its awkward knees, its mysterious smirk and teddy-bear hood, and its Pierrot buttons - created with the help of my daughter, who was dying to try her preternaturally-agile hand at a little clay sculpting.
As many projects as I have to complete before I finish bringing this one to life, I can't wait to see how it turns out. And you?