Day 113: A Wooden Statue

With a sharp knife I work

At first

Deep cuts

Large chunks fall

Finding the loose form

With a vision of what I could someday be

But between the chisels and fine shaves

I doubt

Why did I start this?

How will it end?

Until I begin to let the knife work for me

Finding a flow and letting the statue create itself

With sawdust and a pile of kindling on the ground

A form emerges

And I am thankful I never gave up

It wasn’t what I imagined

But nothing ever is and that’s the beauty

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Author's Note #1: Any block of wood is a work of art waiting

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Image by Susanne Jutzeler, suju-foto from Pixabay