Producing an army of bald headed angelswas not on my to-do list for the week but
somehow managed to trump all plans of
painting my long neglected gang of ghoulies.
Sometimes sculpting is a chore, a necessary
part of business. Other times it is a joy,
bringing me comfort in uncertain times.
I am happy to have indulged in the detour
and released these little chubby cherubs
from the swirling confines of my imagination.
I can now move on to my original plan of
tending to the other restless characters that have
been residing on my desk for far too long.