Sorry Plinky in my part of the world it is Vishwakarma and not Michel Angelo
Nothing, except Vishwakarma the sculptor of the Gods decides to carve it.
Maybe Vishwakarma, thinks I am made of stone like Ahalya of the yore, people glorified her as pure, innocent, or even one without blemish. But she was A-hal-ya, the land that could not be ploughed. By default Vishwakarma took it be boulders! Or marbles!!
Somewhere Vishwakarma, brings back the words by my grandmother, ”listen to the mustn’t, listen to the don’ts, listen to the shouldn’t the impossibilities , the won’t Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me, anything can happen child anything.. Even you could be cast in stone by Vishwakarma.”
I mean what’s the point in sculpting anything in marble, look at the sculpture at Dona Paula, legends are so many, every tourist guide has his version of the tale. Or Mona Lisa, of many twists and tales. Its like being viewed by six blind men everyone has their point of what the sculpture is all about.
As for capturing the big moments or moments of epiphany “Bottom line is even if you see’em coming you are not ready for change not really. But it does so what are we? Helpless? Puppets? no, the big moments are gonna come you can’t help that it’s what you do after that counts. That’s when you find out who you are.” So let Vishwakarma sculpt that masterpiece of his, then I shall know if it the sculpture is out for the birds to sit on, or treasured indoors for the spiders and cobweb.
What a way to insult my free spirit a sculpture of mine in marble…!! be gone Vishwakarma No one casts me stone or marble, I cast a shadow, I cast a spell.