This is the back, using a facing finish which worked out really well.
As I think about trying a third piece, my thoughts are turning more personal about pain. In the first two, I tried to show pain from the perspective of a premature infant, unable to use words or even sound to express itself, but lately I've been thinking about my dad, who's death I witnessed, and who did not die easily. I'm starting to wonder if maybe my underlying ideas for the first two pieces were really about him instead, and I had to reference it to myself in anonomity. I need to go back to journaling to dig into this.