The Winter Sunshine is a Joy to see. it may be cold outside. A day of gloves, muffs, warm coats, wooly Winter warm hats. Your breath is like smoke from a chimney, still, wafting up and disappearing like snow falling into a river. A moment white, then melts forever.
I am on my way to select some stone I have harvested over the years. To look at them, select, wonder, imagine what it may become. what form will emerge when my mallet and chisel are put to work.
I want to sculpt, but I need the right conditions, space, time and an active muse. But just to be able to raise the stone up to the Winter sky,in itself, is a blessed thing to experience. some are dark, that not even the bright Sun penetrates them. some are translucent and I am able to see into its heart and ask, what would you like to become?
I ALWAYS allow the heart of the stone to be the greater percentage in the decision making. My work is to uncover what needs to be uncovered. (Micheál)©