I'm not exactly sure where the island pieces are headed. I carve; I paint; I arrange and look for the next step. I've started adding some color to one of the pieces with layers of colored pencil and washes of black acrylic.
'No Man is an Island'
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as any manor of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.