I found my tension last night. Derek isn’t looking straight ahead. That must’ve been something I just wasn’t looking at closely enough before last night. No, he’s looking back over his right shoulder, peering angrily at whatever that thing is that’s sticking him in his hip. So I took care of that last night, as well as giving him feet and hands and eyeballs (temporary ones). In the next two weeks I’ll give him fingers and toes and a real face. Really enjoying this sculpture!