If I was a Sculptor
If I was a sculptor, the first thing I’d do is search for a slab of stone. Not just any chunk of rock mind you, but a perfect slab of pure white marble previously unseen and untouched by human hands. I’d claw my way through every quarry and field, digging in the deepest, darkest crevices where no one had ever dared go. That’s where the best slabs come from…dug up from the deepest crevices of one’s own mind. Once I found that perfect slab I’d place it in my studio on a pedestal so I could study it. I’d look at it from every angle, with and without light, checking for how the shadows moved as the lights changed. I’d take my calloused hands and run them gently over the surface, reassuring the stone there was no need to be frightened. The metamorphosis that awaited would not be painless, but Continue Reading