One butt, many chairs

I spent a day or so staring at my sculpture, trying to figure out how to finish it, still not sure. Frustrating. I often felt pulled in multiple directions this week, aware of all the paths I wasn't taking. There is a yiddish expression about that feeling: "One butt, many chairs."


I started refining a sketch (below) that I'm eager to make into an etching.


One cheek, one bird.

Daniel