heart and clay

in every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. i have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it- michelangelo

i watched a sculpture class today because i'm writing a feature on it.
watching the teacher shape the clay of the torso looked like he was giving a massage.
it inspired me.
i signed up for it next semester.

and i want a massage.