Sometimes, when I get into a work, I will wonder to myself - 'WHY?'
Why did I even think to start such a busy, involved, detailed, noodly work? Well here I am, working on a piece filled with tiny noodles of hay and wondering, 'what have I gotten myself into?' These are the things that nightmares are made of. Oh well, I guess I will just noodle through, somehow! Lots more hay to come.