As I start cleaning another batch of doll parts, knowing I will be spending hours and hours cleaning them, challenging me as to why I do this to myself. After all, I spent all that time sculpting the piece and now to have to spend all that time again just to get it to a place that I can assemble the doll. People tell me that I am a patient person, which in reality, I am very curious and can't stop until I get to the end of the process.
The silk-like quality of the porcelain is so soft to work in. I could actually just smooth out the pieces with my hands if I had the patience. As I glide my sanding block over features, feet, and hands, I can feel the fire of life slowly revealing itself to me. This is the connection with the porcelain I feel. As I take my hands up and around the leg I can see where veins could be under the skin. Separating the fingers.. knowing this little hand will eventually express an emotion by how it is posed. This sloughing off the roughness to reveal the essence of the beauty underneath. This is why I love porcelain so.