An old totara fence post, 1.5 metres high. This one started without any great plan as a basic face and torso, except that he needed hands to support his chin – and the shape of the hands and the wood below that then turned the torso into a sax. The lower part twists as if his feet are dancing – I managed to support him without disturbing that, or the staples and fence wire at the bottom. Sax players are a fairly conventional idea, hopefully something fresh here in the mood and expression.
I’ve had several posts stashed away for years but have been unwilling/unable to disturb them – it’s a respect for the wood thing – whereas I spent last week at the beach shamelessly killing mice, flies and cockroaches and eating fish and chicken (….off you go Sigmund, I’m too busy to talk just now).