"The Rise and Fall of Odilon Redon" has met a dramatic and sad end. The sculpture I spent the majority of my class time creating, artistically fighting with, and lovingly glazing is no more. It lasted two months in Idyllwild before committing suicide on the rocks next to my car. At least it made it into the student show last semester before shattering. I haven't moved the pieces yet, except for the one that I picked up and cut myself on before throwing it back into the rubble; it's too much to take right now, maybe when I'm feeling less morose about the situation.