You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
White paint is my marble.
Write your injuries in dust, your benefits in marble.
I choose a block of marble and chop off whatever I don't need.
'Marbles' really took so much and such a thorough effort from me that I was so happy to tie that up and have it feel satisfying.
I paint and sculpt to get a grip on reality... to protect myself.
Write injuries in dust, benefits in marble.
Be bored and see where it takes you, because the imagination's dusty wilderness is worth crossing if you want to sculpt your soul.
My mom is a sculptress.
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
I like to think of myself as kind of a sculptor, only I sculpt people.