When I started this piece I had it in my mind to sculpt a woman and put wings on her to create the image
of an angel. Ascension
When I started this piece I had it in my mind to sculpt a woman and put wings on her to create the image
of an angel.
I worked for well over an hour feeling more and more frustrated and discouraged as I
went. The angel that I pursued eluded me.
Finally in a fit of temper I smashed the latest, lifeless, attempt hard between the palms of my hands. I smushed the lump together to form a clumsy ball.
No angel there!
With a contentious grunt and a passionate squeeze of my right hand, a twist of my left, the shackles of
my expectations were unleashed. I felt the presence of a po
wer beyond my own resolve.
As my hands slipped unbidden along the rough contours of the clay the Angel inside began to emerge. Before my eyes she spun into form, emanating healing energy from her arcs and swirls, propelling herself Heavenward.
My own spirits and aspirations soared with her as we ascended together suspended in
light and time.
In the abandonment of my hard-held expectations, I am found and ushered Home.