some things are bound to happen because it is the law of nature
children leave parents
daughters leave mothers
it can be painful
you spend hours raising them to be independent when they are older
and then comes the moment they are
you spend hours making a portrait as you like it
and then comes the moment it is
and it explodes
air or plaster pieces
I accuse plaster
I accuse myself
too much tolerance for plaster in my clay environment
I can live with the plater diagnosis
I think of the motherartist/artistmother piece
It all makes sense
this law of nature
