The life of a project is not a predetermined length. It waxes and wanes; has its highlights and its lowlights. And once the moment of success has passed with specific pieces realised the momentum starts to be lost and the project starts its inexorable decline.
Transmutations started to slip away from me during January. Since then it has been dying a little more every day. Every thought I have, every piece realised, simply fails to have the mental and visual impact of the work I produced before Christmas. For me to show work in a gallery I have to feel that it is the best that it can be. This means the work on dogs and the odd shellfish/seaweed piece may never be shown. Right now they are records of a slow death of a project and mean nothing more to me.