what am i doing here? in my hands, there is more power than they will allow me to believe. i can feel it. in the curve of my fingers, in the time-beaten, work-worn callouses of my palms. i am a sculptor. within me is the power to share my own dreams. my mind was a prisoner of glass and concrete, skyscrapers, schools and churches. i have turned my back on them all, in search of a new silence with which i will sculpt a new dream, a new reality.
June 25, 2012
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