The post is in response to Hugh’s photo challenge. Check it out. These two sit together every afternoon and watch the sun go down, the leaves change colors, and the wind knock over the umbrella but they never met (as far as I know). One was a professional model (can you guess which one?)
Some background: Like many writers, I’m also an artist. When my children were small I decided having oil painting equipment sitting around, specifically turpentine, was not good for them so I switched to something I’d always wanted to try – sculpture.
Sculpting is a lot like writing. First you manhandle a blob until it vaguely resembles a human. Then you begin the unending process of adding and removing clay, in the same way as writers remove and add words.