To continue from where I left off yesterday:
My brother has always claimed, that if I fell off the top of
I’d land on my feet. Yesterday, my walk down to the river certainly substantiated his theory. At the same time cancelled out what must surely be the last of my nine lives. Blackpool Tower
Just before setting off I decided to check if any messages had come through for me. There was just one and it only took a few seconds to read. It wished me a pleasant day and ended with the words “take care”. With those good wishes i went on my way. Just as I reached my favourite stretch of riverbank, a huge tree fell without warning and its trunk crashed on very spot where I was about to sit down.
If I have not taken those few seconds to read my “take care” message; I would now be sculpting a couple of angels for either side of the heavenly gates!
Even for me, that was enough excitement for one day. I climb back up the hill and with shaking hands set to work on completing the mould for my bas relief. Yes, finally I’m back to my art work.
I took today’s picture just after I had removed the clay from the wax mould that I had earlier made from the relief.