Jodi's Blog

Stone

Flesh from a rock.
Curves, indentations, sinews all captured in stone.
Smooth perfection.
I want to touch it and feel the beauty.
Staring in complete awe of the skill and vision needed
to create human forms from a slab of marble.

Pluto's strong hands.
Veins and muscles straining
against the skin of his arms as he struggles to hold Proserpina.
The curve of Proserpina's breast.
The bulge of her hip.
The bend of her knee.
Her flesh yielding to Pluto's tenacious grasp.

Erotic as human flesh is reproduced in stone.
Violent as the act it depicts.
Mesmerizing as the space between art and reality.

Intimate knowledge of the rock allows perfection
to be chiseled , chipped, filed, and polished from it.

Vision , to see bodies in stone.
Dexterity, to hammer bodies from stone.
Patience, to persist with the dream,
with the idea of what can be created.

Skills that I will never possess.
Skills that I envy and admire.
Passion for the vision.
Passion for creation.
Passion for perfection.

august 26, 1996