I had to fly back to Chicago to help my parents move, and I uncovered some amazing waves from my high school art class days. I can still remember my teacher yelling at me to stop painting waves. If only she knew where I'd end up!
I want to say this piece of leather was going to be part of a guitar strap, but the design didn't work out too well.
The newhand plane is in the process as well. It has a mellow single concave on the bottom, and is slightly bigger than the other one I shaped a while ago. I can't wait to get back to the coast from middle america, and jump in the water.