Saturday, October 18, 2025

The Reason that I Write

 

The reason that I write is that one day while sculpting a bust in clay, the shape of the face began to show itself, I became fascinated with the interesting face and thought in great detail about the character that was evolving from the clay. I poured myself into writing a detailed description of this character to make it more real to me. As I worked the clay the character clicked in my head and the clay began to feel like living flesh to me. The clay became more malleable in my hands, and I began to have instructive thoughts as if I were being guided in my work.

“Pull out my left ear further please I can't hear very well.”

“Yes, that's it well done!”

“My chin is less pronounced shave that down a little if you don't mind.” “Excellent! Excellent!”

“I could really use a pair of eyes now that my orbital sockets are formed.”

I was not sure whether these thoughts were a result of the late hour of the night or was I losing my mind? I rolled the eyeballs in the palms of my hands like making meatballs and carefully inserted them into the orbital sockets. Next, I added the eye muscles and flesh and then the eyelids without receiving further instructions, but when I carved in the two pupils the bust looked directly at me as if a switch had been turned on and a conscious awareness seemed evident!

On I went sculpting with my hands now, intuitively working out the details of the character as if there was a melding of souls or an exchange of psyches wherein the clay was sculpting me as I sculpted it but I dismissed this as the hour of the night and little by little I lost consciousness.

By morning's light I was awakened by an unfamiliar voice.

“Excuse me, Excuse me, the sun is shining can you please wake up now it is morning and I need you to finish my lower lip so that I may stop lisping!” Thank you very much!

Jim October 25’

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