Chiseling leaves grooves. Yet with enough gouging, edging and sculpting- a masterpiece forms. Smooth and shaped like marble- it shimmers and shines from every angle. Before the first dig, a drawing. A sketch of further artistry. A teachers tools activate and the progression of modeling, molding and abstraction- are simple the means to the structural integrity- the sturdy, statue of both design and spontaneity.
They stand amidst the gallery, displaying the components of many. The representation of self, mirrored in the faces of onlookers. A crowd gathers, hushes, stills. Awaiting the red curtain to drop and the hidden effigy of themselves to awaken. It is a moment beautiful whether virtual or physical- the realm is identical because the energy is universal.
You feel it. Their understanding. Their acceptance of you. Their appreciation of you. It often goes unnoticed within the unveiling- their attention focused not on expression but on absorption. The view is quite enticing- this is their moment of concentration, expected and awaited. Only after, once they achieve the carve, the edge, the sculpt- that we witness not the shape of our doing- but the grooves and carves of theirs.
The museum is full. Each statue individual- personal. They create them painstakingly, determined, prideful. Us becoming the spectators in their story. They the docent in ours. This exchange is timeless. This intersection of artistry- why we do what we do. It is the meaning of education. The long lasting pattern and tapestry of knowledge.
I can see the lights flickering on and the flair of individualism, the fine workmanship they utilize. The artfulness of their accomplishments. And all of this -their gift to me- not intentional, not deliberate- and that is why it is priceless.
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