The Sculptor (Sunday Scribblings)

Peckapalooza over at The Confusing Middle runs a weekly prompt called Sunday Scribblings. This weeks’ theme is sculpture. Check out his post and join in the creativity!

Sunday Scribblings #102 — Sculpture

The Sculptor

I’ve always dreamed of being a sculptor. To work with my hands. I imagine drawing out and twisting metal into a tall figure — impossibly lean and long with arms stretched into the sky. Blowing glass baubles that catch the light and installing them anywhere but in the figure’s eye sockets. Torching the figure to its softening point where it begins to flow under the weight of gravity — like a metallic candle stick. Then freezing it in motion with a bucket of ice water. Placing the wrought figure in the garden among the flowers. Then as the moon rises in the night, I see my creation walk away.

Be well,

Monty

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