Wendydewijze

Sculpture of a man, chiseled free from the slab. A fine thing, strong jawline and attentive eyes, white, ever-vigilant of the world before him. Hands of such fine detail, wrinkles and lines, perfection lives in the details of his flaws. Some men hammer far too long, and some not nearly long enough. Too much stone trimmed from the form, a man becomes weak, unstable, shows the fractures precipitating collapse. Too little and the man is trapped, born into a prison with no hope of escape, frozen arms, the hammer teases, just out of reach. And yet, a man of stone, no matter how exquisitely cut, majestically shaped, is not a man, but a figuri