The Floating One

Turned them over, still on the grinder, pushing it. Think it’s ok, need to crack on though.

Shoulders are getting better, everything is still too flat. Needs pushing. The plans should much more sense once the shoulders and hands are in place. It’ll come. Not sure where I want to be by the end of the week, not long left and feel very far behind. Not where I want to be.

Marx

Want him to be imposing and stopped against a wind, want the ‘ghostly spectre’ to come to mind when seen. But strong too, fighting against the wind.