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Show 249 me now, I thought. "You ought to go to Bridgeport, Connecticut, and study under Mahonri Young, " said Jack Sears. I really wanted to, and for some short space of time I thought it might be possible. At home I was working on a statue, a half-life sized family group which had been in process nearly two years now, trying to get it ready for the invitational show at the University of Utah. An entry in my diary is almost too painful to read, seeing how the whole family was involved. "Monday I stayed home and worked on the statue. It seems hopeless even though I worked all day. Something was wrong and I could hardly wait for Elise and her father to come home (they had posed for the father and mother) as I needed models. When they did and I checked the measurements with the calipers I soon found out: The weight of the wet clay had bent the armature and slowly shortened the legs. Could I overcome it in time ? My husband suggested I give up trying to make the show, and the thought is tempting, but if I don't finish it now I never will, and I can't stand it around any longer. Yet, when I prop the armature and correct the measurements all my drawing seems gone in both figures. He has 150 pounds of plaster and the three-eighths inch pipe for the reinforcement. Finally, at two A. M. I went to bed in despair, thinking that tomorrow I will scrap the whole thing. Earlier, after supper, I had been so distraught I came near collapse and wept, not able to stop, but Donald brought me aspirin, Elise covered me up and turned out the lights so I could rest, and Judith said: "Easter is soon coming, Mama. " "This is enough, the end, " said their father, so I got up and went to work.' |
