Why did I sculpt? Did I want to sculpt? The only thing I was aware about was the fact that we sculpt ourselves everyday – that could sound deep or just very corny, but , think about it – right from setting one’s hair to stay the way you want or putting just the right amount of kaajal for the mood of your day to just sculpting oneself and one’s emotions – we all are sculptors!
The first time I touched clay I must have been in kinder garden. Messy hands. Round fat cats and extra long caterpillars. Fond memories.
When I touched clay again at 21, I smiled. I could play God and make a world of my own, it was not the power I loved but the world of my own that I love.
Mix the clay. Mix well. No externalities. Take away the stones. Take away the obstacles. Take care.
Now, you sculpt. What do you want to sculpt? Improvise. Experiment. If things go wrong, you can make them right. Million cups of coffee. Hours together – just mud and you. Once done then days on the shelf, patience till dry. Finally baked and served. If things still go wrong then as a friend said ‘Fevicol hai naa’.
The mud became my God and my favourite companion. I made a friend and my friend made me smile.
5 comments:
Pappu pass ho gaya....
mud is cute,,reminded me of my childhood days..making me eesssmile too :D
im glad i did
:)
so pretty! i love that u use such short sentances. the "pauses" r intense.
Nice entry here. Like the intensity that comes from your posts.
thangoo thangoo...
havent had the time to blog and my head is messed up with too many things i wanna write about...
urgh!...i love the mess im in, it keeps me going...im hoping i will actually write them down though.
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