"The Sculptor"

"The Sculptor,  The Creator, The Dreamer, The Maker"

A man who uses his hands

is a man of god.

Bone, thread and yarn

Dried flowers that have wilted in the sun.

3D art, the sculptor, the creator,

the dreamer, the maker.

Death, and the marrow of life.

Suffering, pain, fantasy and pride.

His soul you can touch.

It's meant to be felt.

There's a story behind

what hangs on the wall.

He wants you to know.

He wants you to see.

He wants you to feel.

I can almost absorb part of him

nailed to the boards, tacked and glued.

And I wonder what he thought,

what ran through his head.

Were his hands manipulated by his mind,

or was his mind manipulated by his hands instead.

Was it something from his past,

or his future,

or his dreams?

Does he hang his heart up on the wall

with all its tangible extremes?