Other Side of The Walk

East Side - Before

Now I've got to address this side of the steps. So I sharpened my shovels, brought out the tools, studied the lay of the land and made some notes. The thing has to be clear to me. I will have it in mind where I start and where I want to finish. Being finished is where all the tools are put away and nothing is left to come back to. This is a place that is entirely relative but must be defined with a finality like death. There is an art to that.
No matter how carefully a project is plotted and planned I am blind to what the thing wants. Then in the first 5 minutes of the work the extra things that will make it dramatic begin to be revealed. When this happens I get a rush of excitement and a feeling of gratefulness that it is being revealed. But this has to be tempered with the realization that this is going to be more involved than I had expected in order for it to reach my expectations.
Then the project becomes like a sculpture which is revealing itself to me and that makes it art. Being an artistic production the excitement causes the pain of labor to be unknown to me as well as any idea or thought of failure or fear of criticism. But this costs me in terms of my being forced to buckle down and dig deep to deliver the goods. It means not slacking up until it is done absolutely. But the creative excitement makes this easy.