Love is the poetry of the senses. --Honore de Balzac
Love is the beauty of the soul. --St. Augustine
When my wax came back from the castor upstairs--our R and D caster we call him--my face was red hot with anger. I worked on that little heart for days and was concerned that it might not come out. And I was assured it would be just fine.
It wasn't fine. It was the one piece that did not come back perfect...it looked like it a little hole burst through the already hollow piece.
A few weeks later, after musing on my broken heart, the disaster revealed itself to be a blessiing in disguise and here you have the Santiago, one of my favorite new pieces.