The Artist's Story

Norman Sasowsky

He reaches, touches, feels. Adds and subtracts masses, colors, shapes. First he chooses one material, soon replaces it with another, searching for the right means to complete his work. He abandons hammer and chisel for soft clay, later exchanging it for paint. Though it is his hands that do the work, it is his heart and soul that drive his fingers. He is forming an image of a woman, one among many he has created.

Why is he obsessed with his own imagining? Why does he reject the flowers in the garden - real women in the prime of youth or maturity? Slender, athletic, lithe or sturdy? Fair, dark, sensuous? Simple, witty, bright, feeling, or sympathetic? Those with endless compassion and passion?

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