Despite the organic nature of the "eggs", I still feel a compulsion to sand them back before adhering both sides together.
I love the marks that come onto the sandpaper from the chalk,
You can barely see it but I tried sketching some eggshells onto the top of the chalk / sandpaper.
The Song of the Rotten Bridge.
Deep is the abyss, son,
I see the weak bridge sway
But it's not for us, son,
To choose the way.
The way I know
Is the one you must tread,
And all you will eat
Is my bit of bread.
Of every four pieces you shall have three.
- Bertolt Brecht ( The Caucasian Chalk Circle)