Sculptors

Sculptors


The art is a mysterious process; it is hard to explain with words. This is rather that you cannot help implementing whatever appears in your head, or, to be more specific, in the solar plexus. The thing that you haven’t implemented wouldn’t let you eat or sleep until it obtains a physical shape. Like if it wears you as a suit, and doesn’t let you go, until it sees the result itself. Lord forbid that it wouldn’t like whatever it sees. As for ideas, they emerge inspired by a color, a line, a joke, or god knows by what else.

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