What do you think about when you are sculpting?
Of the strength you need?
Of your left sculpting glove, which is slowly coming apart from being used so much?
Of your notebook, still in the kitchen when you so need it to scribble down an idea?
Of the wind of February blowing above the roof of your studio?
Of the swallows singing when spring returns?
OF summer light through the skylights of the studio when July arrives?
What do you think about when you are sculpting?
CF
