The beauty, strength, and frailty of soapstone first came to me in high school. Instead of the rough elementary attempt, I should have polished and shaped my bit into a perfect sphere or egg.
Something to highlight the veins within.
Something to roll and warm in my hands.
Something simple but showcasing the depth to this medium.
I’m happy with my childlike trophy. I made it for my grandfather.
But if only I knew and understood then what I do now.