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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)

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/26/2015 10:14:00 PM

VERY good tanka writing, sir!

Anindya Mohan Tagore
Date: 7/27/2015 12:56:00 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

Afolabi Muideen

Date: 7/25/2015 2:36:00 AM

Powerful well expressed, I like this piece. Excellence........A.M.

Anindya Mohan Tagore
Date: 7/25/2015 7:48:00 AM

Thanks a lot for your like and encouraging words. Hope to be connected and share more in future... Regards, Bobby

M. L. Kiser

Date: 7/24/2015 11:56:00 PM

Great imagery, I can see you sculpting her.

Anindya Mohan Tagore
Date: 7/25/2015 7:41:00 AM

Thank you very much for your wonderful comments. Nice to meet you here. Hope to share more in future... Regards, Bobby