From Dust You Gather Me

When you create a piece of art, and especially when the process takes several months, an intimate relationship develops between you and the clay. So much so that the piece starts having a voice. This is what happened with this piece, my bronze sculpture (half life-size) called From Dust. The poem I wrote--which can be read as a duet between the two characters--comes directly from their lips.

Here is the first verse. He said:

From dust you gather me

I beg you on my knee 

Look away—imagine me, 

The way I used to be

Now shadows spread upon me

Stain by stain 

I shiver. Touch me, heal me

Make me whole again

(to read the entire poem, click here)