The Sculptor


Chisel in my hand searching out life in your curves - A die hard spirit reshaping the uneven to unfold the Saga (C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Dietrich Avatar
July 26, 2015 at 10:14 PM
VERY good tanka writing, sir!
Tagore Avatar
July 27, 2015 at 12:56 PM
Haha... I think you have felt the emotion of a sculptors hand. I know a few sculptors whom I have seen doing their art work blindfold. When enquired about the reason, I got an amazing answer, " We see through our hands, we close our eyes to match our works perfection with the image stored in our mind". Happy to know that you have enjoyed. Cheers, Bobby
Muideen Avatar
July 25, 2015 at 2:36 AM
Powerful well expressed, I like this piece. Excellence........A.M.
Tagore Avatar
July 25, 2015 at 7:48 AM
Thanks a lot for your like and encouraging words. Hope to be connected and share more in future... Regards, Bobby
Kiser Avatar
July 24, 2015 at 11:56 PM
Great imagery, I can see you sculpting her.
Tagore Avatar
July 25, 2015 at 7:41 AM
Thank you very much for your wonderful comments. Nice to meet you here. Hope to share more in future... Regards, Bobby
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