via Daily Prompt: CarveCarve
Lined up around the edges of the studio, rough cut stone takes up the under spaces along the walls. Under the finishing desk, mounds of stone hunker down, seemingly forgotten. Under the ledge that acts as a shelf. Bone and wood haphazardly stacked on shelves along the wall. A moistened finger brings out the color of the stone… a piece of soapstone with the colors of jade. Back in the corner, a find of alabaster. I am always fascinated when she “sees” something in a clump of stone; amazed that she won’t pull a piece out until her vision is clear. How does her mind work to decide to make that first cut with the handsaw, taking off the stone she won’t use? Completely self-taught, she finds a balance, not only in literally making the stone stand on its own, but in the other materials that she brings to the carved stone, each piece a brilliant carving in its own right; each piece a part of herself, the story she is telling about her people, past and present, and the environment in which she thrives.