With Cavallino merely a ten paltry days away I'm burning the midnight oil to complete my sculpture. Thanks to a 60 minute cure time on my primer I have a chance to eat and shoot off a quick update for those keeping track of this insane project.

I knew I was going to have to pull a few all nighters to try and get under the wire and now it's crunch time. Although the sculpture appears 90% complete it's these last little details that really make it come together. It's also the task of finishing this minutia that voraciously eats up the clock. You have to really be careful to stay on your game or you'll get eaten alive. The slightest mistake and you could lose 12 hours. The very thought of a drip or run in the paint drops me into the fetal position. Factor in lack of sleep with the stress and you can see why I'm on edge.

Why am I doing this again?

Because it's there! Isn't that the defacto Mt. Everest answer anyone gives when they are chin deep in an act of lunacy? In a way there is a simple truth in the bravado. I imagine there is something deep inside all of us that lives for the challenge of attempting the impossible. Either that or I'm too stupid or too crazy to know better!

Whatever the logic, it is an exhilarating experience to envision something and see it to fruition. I've had this picture in my mind's eye for over a year now and I'm finally about to see it complete. Succeed or fail at least I'll be able to look my children in the eye and tell them I gave it my best shot. How could I teach them to go after their dreams if I didn't do the same?

The scary thing is my mind is a dream factory and I have half a dozen or so more crazy ideas in my head stacked up ready to go. I'm going to have to win the lotto somehow to finance all of them. Any dream investors out there?

Now if only that damn paint would dry so I could go home and sleep!