A sculptor needs to smoke... u need the oral thing while staring. I tend to eat instead, or drink litres & litres of cold instant coffee. This is one reason i'm fat. You can be fat or smoke. But you really need to stare & hypnotise yourself at the same time. I got some massive changes to make now on the life sized dude & it would be good to meditate & smoke while staring. If only there were something like smoking that wasn't eating.
The real dude came to visit this morn, a true old gent & he has picked out some probs with the entire form of it. He demo'd how to pass a ball & explained what it all means. I have the legs & top half of the body at a stage where the arms should then be different, like have almost already unloaded the ball. So i need to move the body back to a quarter second earlier in the movement. The legs are not gonna be changed, though the feet might. It all makes much more sense once explained. As usually happens its way late in the time i have & we got the prospect of total skeletal renovation in order to get it right. He brought along a ream of excellent photos & put my meagre little photocopy stack to shame. If i'd had all these images months ago. But that tends not to happen. I just got to overcome this sorta thing, thats why they pay me. Though they would pay me if it was easy, too. Hm.
Anyway i got to stand out there & meditate while staring at it, without a cig. I got to work out where to cut to do the changes & if i can cut as little as possible to make the changes i want. Its like origami, probably. If i cut here, i may lose a section that i will have to remake but then i can avoid cutting there & there & there & there. Deep thought for a thursday.
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