Female sculpts are far from my strong point, but I did like this piece when I first sculpted it. However, after seeing more than a few paint jobs on her, I started to *hate* the sculpt.
*The illness of delayed self-loathing is common in art, just ask Bergholtz, Cipriano, Bruckner or any other guy in the biz.*
A collector commissioned the sickeningly talented Paul Moore to paint this piece, and he sent it to me to sign. I was completely blown away by Mr. Moore's craftsmanship. It is truly a work of beauty that he has created, making my mediocre sculpt look pretty damn sweet. Damn, that fella can paint.