She came over to my house, and played around with my clay. It was of course, my birthday party and many of my other friends had come over as well. By this time, everyone at my party had known about my feelings, except her. It was a strange but nice coincidence that we held my party in the attic -where I sculpt on days of rainy weather. I remember there was a huge storm that day, but as the party trailed on, people started to grab the clay near Calla lily and shape forms out of the mass. Some made mushrooms, while others made action figures. Some of my friends even made grenade bullets to throw at this one guy.
It was on this day, that the clay I used for sculpting, became just another smile for everyone. Calla lily stayed there on my work desk, as I secretly combed the hair of that girl with clay-smitten hands. Obviously, it stuck. We had heck of a time getting it out too, but before we did, everyone else joined in the joke and we all ended up with green streaks on our heads.
-that was the day I realized that I had to get her to notice me.
From then on, there were numerous stories that came by, shaking the very fabric of my life as I knew it, but a lot of things started on that day, and I remember it when I look at this sculpture.
This is great stuff, very inspiring and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHi Jake, Thanks very much, I'm very glad to know that you see my pieces in that way. I appreciate the comment.
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