I sat down in my studio...and my mind was blank. I had nothing. Nada. What in hell was I thinking taking this on? I know her husband is in the military...so I had my jumping off point. I Gathered up supplies and ...Surprise! I only had a smidge of red clay...typical...why did I think it would be any different? I knew I only had one shot. Living in The Boonies has it's drawbacks...like...I don't know...no craft stores....or any other store for that matter!
I mixed what red I had with my last block of translucent and threw in a little copper for effect...and said a silent prayer...it would have to do...providing the color didn't turn all wonky while curing. Before I even started kneading I had an overwhelming need to literally call out "It's just You and me, Lord. I only have one chance, and my hands ache so badly with carpal tunnel today...so, now...let's roll!"
Surprisingly, ideas came at me from somewhere out in left field. I soon was lost within this creation, my hands no longer ached (and haven't since, come to think of it), and I actually believe I lost track of the world around me if only for a moment.
So, without further ado...
Now let me explain. Those mountains she is climbing, involve her heart in more ways than one. You see, her husband had just had a massive heart attack, and a few days before her request, she lost her father to a heart attack. Two of the men she keeps so close to her heart are hanging on their respective "half" of her heart. His military beret & the halo and wings.
Although, I have to date, never made anything as meaningful, I hope I never have the opportunity to do so again. This was truly a work of divine intervention...and I collected on the agreed upon payment...(a hug and a moment to catch up.)