Sometimes I'll stare at the wood until something pops out and then do some sketches to work it out. This eventually became the guitar player. I cut his legs off later because I didn't like the way they looked. He hangs out in a corner of my porch now.
I saw a painting of a surfer in a lineup sitting and waiting and thought it would look really cool to have a sculpture of that out in my yard or to place in field or on a beach staring off into the distance, sitting, waiting... all sorts of interpretations. So far just the sketch has made it.
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