A vision of a man…

I have just started on my biggest creative challenge yet. A sculpture. Of a man.

And I can see what the great sculptors mean when they say they can see the man inside the raw material and that they are merely freeing the man by peeling away the layers.

I have lost myself under the layers. And barriers.

I have spent so long making sure I was in a safe, comfortable space so that I could focus on what was important at the time… My sons and my business. I allowed the comfortable spaces to spread their blanket over everything… The difficult choices, the put-on-your-backpack and climb a mountain adventures and the emotional scream-cry real life experiences.

I have forgotten myself.

The man who lived each day to the full. Who spent every night crying out in passion or the pain of regret. The man who wasn’t scared to jump in where others would be too scared to tip-toe. The less serious man. The happier man. The man who wore his heart on his sleeve and who filled his world with a youthfullness of a teenager and the Oops-sorry-won’t-do-it-againess of a twelve-year old.

I see that man though.

He’s not as deeply buried as I first thought and peeling the layers away is becoming an adventure in itself.

I’m sculpting a new me.

Best you start crossing your legs.

~ by Norm on June 9, 2011.