Another being in my living string project. This started out as a anatomy practice and transformed/ evolved. The Wax men are the oldest of the living string. Bleached white and silent they scavenge from the threads who have been cut and add to themselves.
How will you ever know where you’re going if you don’t know how to course correct based on past experiences? Don’t be afraid of making mistakes because those same mistakes will eventually guide you in the RIGHT direction.