I’m sculpting calmly, watching as every curve makes its way into the candid marble.. a slow dance that consumes me gently, my hands completely absorbed into the art, as I can hear the faint sound of the carving, the emotions trapped inside the marble calling for me, their voices always stronger, as I carve deeper, as I caress and scrape and admire and change of the languid material that submits itself to my calm, yet ever-working hands