I have a personal sculptor? WOW! I wonder what I’ve done to justify a personal sculptor cause I doubt she or he would be overly busy. I don’t really have room to keep a sculpture – I think I would need planning permission to put one in the garden. I don’t really have room to keep the sculptor for that matter.
It feels like an unnecessary expense.
Erm… I have some private posts from the last year on this blog that could be maybe form the basis of something abstract. But they’re private for a reason, so I’m not going to discuss further! I already have tangible evidence of some things from the last year so don’t really need anything else. A stone replica of the cat would just give me something else to dust when I clean the house.
When I think of sculptures I think of statues of people primarily. I wouldn’t want a statue of myself. I remember when I was working in Belgium I had a room which had a full length mirror in the bathroom. It was bad enough stepping out the shower and seeing me without having myself stood somewhere else to look at!
It looks like my sculptor may be getting a P45. Photographs are a far more efficient method of storing memories.
Our bones forever in stone,
Monuments of life,
To dust as everything must,
We fade away in time, oh,
We’re just ordinary people, you and me.
Time will turn us into statues, eventually.
Statues by Foo Fighters