Soap Sculpture – 1
I just received a soap sculpture of a man reclining on a low chair. He appears luminous and blue, a lonely figure reclining on the kitchen table in the morning sun. I call him Max. With all that blue, he reminds me of winter snow and ice – a Russian or someone from northern climes. With those long elegant legs, he could have been a dancer. He seems old and at peace, enjoying tranquility in his final days. I hesitate to touch him but aware his hours are numbered. I move him to a fruit bowl. He appears more comfortable now, protected from the kitchen clutter. Maybe he’s dreaming or just counting the days.
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