This cuff took it's time coming into this world. I let it happen, no sketching or composition planning, the knife ran smoothly along the hide. I tooled slowly, and it sat on my workbench for weeks before I started painting it. When I got stuck, not seeing the end, it rested a few more, until finally, I saw how it wanted to be.
Every so often a piece will be like this. Slow, steady, no rushing to the finish line of sealant and snaps. I used to struggle mightily the entire time. I'm getting better at recognizing these sweet souls, and their lessons. When I keep staring, leather drying under my knife and stamps, paint drying in the tray, deep breaths are taken and expelled. I put the piece gently to the side, to wait. Patience is taught and I'm learning to respect it.
It's about life, and cellular regeneration. It reflects the moon in all of us. Light streaming out of our souls. It sings of cool waters and soothing nights.