walking in hours

i am walking in hours. waiting for the last coat to dry, ready to dip a final time at 12:45 am. these past days have been ruled by the coats, the dips, the dry time. i have enjoyed all the things that happen in between. poeple go and visit the pinecones. and i know that the time ihave pent with these pinecone sculptures has changed me too - i see they have come live, and become a whole living system somehow. the hearts, the arteries, the thicker TIGER coverings now in the final phases masking the core. like a body. and then, tomorrow, they are cremated, fired, lost and gone. the shell remains. it is a process i can relate to, i find discovery and solitude, wonderment and appreciation too. these pinecones have come alive over the past days, as objects, as conversations, as actions, as time and as thought. i love all the stories of what has happened around the pinecones.