Smoking Baby

TOES OF SONG

... feeling poetic, heady with freedom now that the census is over and there's stone to be sculpted.
The sculpting is progressing nicely altho I am faced with the same problem I had when teaching pottery. Can only work on it for short stints as I don't like getting dirty! The urge to wash my hands and put clean clothes on becomes overwhelming after a while. What sort of artist does that make me - not a neat freak, no-one would ever accuse me of that. It could be the lack of some gene, the dirt-wallow gene. I wish I could wallow in concrete dust and oil paint, use my body as a brush to writhe around on canvas creating masterpieces. Thinking about that, I think I'll put nail polish on and smother my face in skin smoothing creams.
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