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Sculpting Stories

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The Sculptor

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I looked at her, with tears flowing down … Seeing her with another man hand in hand … I cannot hold my tears … I cannot see her like this … I cannot let her leave me … I cannot let her leave me! But … I need to … I want her to be happy, and I should do th...

The Sculptor And His Muse - Part Two

We kiss like we are starving and our only sustenance is each other.

Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 2pm. Paris I step outside into the alleyway. Lifting my head to the dark and cloudy sky, the now heavy snow hits me in the face like tiny needles. It confirms my awareness. The wind forming a sideways funnel of icy...

The Sculptor and his Muse Part One

I want to see her entire body bare in it's magnificence and recreate it in clay.

Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 6am. Somewhere in Paris... Don't know why I waited until last night to go down to the clay mill. I've known for days that I was low on clay and would need it by today. It's not like I dread digging it and hauling it...