First it was his arms, he didn't want them to do what I wanted them to do .... fine! Then it was his head, wonky, wiggly mess. Then it was the cat. Oh that evil little fur ball, how many times did I attempt to bring you to life?
Then, out of the blue, when I have other things going on, other pieces trying to be born, he sneaks back into my thoughts, he invades my dreams, he whispers to me when I'm at my desk working. "Now, finish me now!"
I'm a slave to their whims I tell ya!
His head hands, cat, light bulb and shoes are all polymer. I still need to finish the cat and his shoes will be bunny slippers. He'll be wearing pajamas and I'll sculpt those in paperclay. I've written a poem that tells his story and will print it on parchment I think. Hopefully I'll have him finished this week.