In my experience, the ingredients of the creative process include just as much frustration and disappointment as satisfaction. More often than not, the gulf between what I see in my head and what I am able to create puts a real damper on the "final" joy of finishing something. The mismatch makes it hard to tell when something is finished. When does the making stop and the cringing start?
So it's a strange feeling when what I've done and what I set out to do are more-or-less the same thing. That's what happened with the rooster sculpture I've been working on. It's made mostly from local throwaway (a shower caddy, lawnmower parts, a rusty serving platter, a broiler pan, and about 80 cents worth of flatware from Goodwill). It's not quite done yet, but it's pretty close. This is the result of my last few days in the garage:
So it's a strange feeling when what I've done and what I set out to do are more-or-less the same thing. That's what happened with the rooster sculpture I've been working on. It's made mostly from local throwaway (a shower caddy, lawnmower parts, a rusty serving platter, a broiler pan, and about 80 cents worth of flatware from Goodwill). It's not quite done yet, but it's pretty close. This is the result of my last few days in the garage:
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