Lying on my comfortable couch in my living room atrium, my mind as usual is filled with thought.
In front of me are some of my sculptures.
Staring at them, I am impressed.
It’s hard for me to believe I made them.
Made from scraps of metal I had in my shop, some copper tubing and sheet metal, they are excellent in detail.
I only exhibited them once.
The gallery owner told me that had my sculptures been for sale, she could have sold them at a “good price.”
I don’t need the money, but it was heartwarming.
(August 16, 2021)