Spent about 40 minutes on this.
I find that if the forms aren't solid and full of expression at this level of detail then I shouldn't move on. Just keep pushing the big stuff around until it feels right. This is the spirit. Everything later is just attempting not to destroy what is happening here, yet finding a balance with bold choices. Good sculptors are able to plus the model as the detail comes in without ruining the sketch. I feel this dragon. It is looking back at me and I sense a being, a real presence. Now to move on and keep digging to pull out the full character, less art more craft now. It's why polished work is difficult to devote myself to.
And, every thing I create is a relationship. As I sculpt I will begin to fall in love, by the end, love will be replaced by distant fondness and a shame that I could not maintain that feeling. When my work has an audience, and I'm just brim full of apologies and embarrassment, it's because someone is viewing completely yet another failed relationship. I feel awkward looking at other people's art because I fall back on this assumption that everyone feels the same way I do, which I know is not true. Art is a different experience for each person doing it.
Art is hard work and messed up feels and it is addicting as hell and I love it every day.
And yet this is just another dragon in a long line of forgotten creatures.