Aside from structural details this Angel, my only Angel ever, is done.

The first figure in this series begun three years ago, he remained unresolved, off in the corner of the yard unhappy in his limbo.

About a week ago around dusk as I was walking through my steel he caught my attention. 

He  was clearly feeling ignored and stuck in a transitional state.

The following week heard a lot of dialogue between he and I, a lot of searching for the right pieces of steel, a lot of cutting, discarding, trying again. 

Attaching the hook to his penis was difficult for me yet it was exactly where it needed to go. The stainless screw/bolt through his heart and out the back of his chest made me nervous, I am keenly aware our marks are autobiographical as well as speaking to the collective truths.