today is a low point
my creativity slumbers
and snores, a dull
orange coal ash-covered
I went to art school - the famous Museum School connected with the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. I spent two glorious years learning how to be a sculptor. It was like being in the world’s biggest candy store.
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My drawing looked like a Japanese ink painting. It was like nothing I had ever done before. What was that all about? An artist friend later told me it was a “Zen moment”.
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A stone may sit in my studio for years
before it tells me what’s curled inside