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The sculptor must paint with his chisel; half his touches are not to realize, but to put power into, the form. They are touches of light and shadow, and raise a ridge, or sink a hollow, not to represent an actual ridge or hollow, but to get a line of light, or a spot of darkness.
Cutting into color reminds me of the sculptor's direct carving.
WORK BY PUSHING TEETH;
Your life is a sculpture, every day chip away.
You can't sculpt a pebble.
The chiseled beauty of his features, like an ancient greek coin.
Ardent
yet chill and formal,
how I ache
to tempt a chisel
as a sculptor.
Follow the grain in your own wood ...
A foot of steel looks as if it has been transformed into warm butter and gouged by the fingers of a child,
determined set to his chin . . . all so
Not Even The Greatest Sculptor Can Mold A Masterpiece Out Of Shit!
A Stone Crow's axe is always sharp, and Shagga's axes are sharpest of all. Once I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off." "Is that why you never brush yours?" The Stone Crows roared and stamped their feet, Shagga hooting loudest of all.
man is not molded from clay . . . he is pounded like hot iron on an anvil.
Someone's magic was cleaving.
A plane of cheekbone,
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
cast-iron erection, on
What did not demolish me simply polished me.
Was that designer stubble on his jaw?
Carlton was a blade; sharp and hard and well built.
Cutting edges are always a little rough ...
So this is love:
the Sculptor's chisel.
And stone, which in its whole life
does not utter a single word,
suddenly sings.
The finished product is not finished when the actor is. The work is completed by a pair of shears.
Something molten rushed through her, pouring over every crack and fracture still left gaping and open. Not to hurt or mar - but to weld.
To forge.
We are shaped by our tools.
I have a treasured set of matched grain crosscut horns made for me by master American carver Jim Cooke, cut yin-yang from the same block of briar he waited five years to find.
The Razor's Edge,
Patch-work - like a swath of chain mail. He picked up a delicate curl of bronze and fitted it into place. "Done," he announced. "It's done.
When they asked Michelangelo how he made his statue of David he is reported to have said, It is easy. You just chip away the stone that doesn't look like David.
Doing a jigsaw was not an intelligence test, or a personality assesment programme; it was a pursuit that lay somewhere between creation and imitation and discovery and reverie.
I am like a huge rough stone ... and the only polishing I get is when some corner gets rubbed off by coming in contact with something else, striking with accelerated force ... thus I will become a smooth and polished shaft in the quiver of the Almightly.
I believe the right question to ask, respecting all ornament, is simply this; was it done with enjoyment, was the carver happy while he was about it?
Leave it to a dude to roll in with your technique, but use a jackhammer instead of jeweler's screwdrivers.
Every seam, every lace, every bead has been painstakingly, with love, corrected, perfected and mastered,
You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself.
I'm not a good butcher but I've had to learn to carve the joint. People expect a new look.
The art of plucking the goose without making it cry out has been developed to a high state of perfection at the hands of the war makers.
Knicks and dull edges are abominations, so use knives and hatchets for nothing but they were made for.
You look at Vladimir Radmanovic, this guy is cut from stone. As if Michelangelo was reading and a lightening bolt flashed before him.
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
His muscles glistened, wet as if he'd just swum a great distance. To his side, he carried a massive Shardblade, point down, sticking about a finger's width into the stone, his hand on the hilt. The Blade reflected torchlight; it was long, narrow, and straight, shaped like an enormous spike.
I was making guitars and I was a sheet metal worker and if you ever see sheet metal workers' hands, you've never seen so many cuts in your life.
Who was the first that forged the deadly blade? Of rugged steel his savage soul was made.
All men are sculptors, constantly chipping away the unwanted parts of their lives, trying to create their idea of a masterpiece.
She scissored the curls away, and - toms, grow easily sentimental over their haircuts, but I remember this sensation very vividly - it was not like she was cutting hair, it was as if I had a pair of wings beneath my shoulder-blades, that the flesh had all grown over, and she was slicing free ...
Standing there, chisel and mallet in hand, gazing at the statue that was his vision in stone, was a moment when Richard could savor the supreme achievement of having his creation exist exactly as he had originally conceived it. For this singular moment in time, it was complete, and it was his alone.
He couldn't say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he'd learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she'd knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. It's fixed. As long as you don't mind more than a few scars.
Madelaine: I guess it's up to you to carve the turkey.
Angel: Come on, bro, show me how to carve up this bird.
Francis: Start at the breast, Angel. God knows, you should know how to do that.
Out of timber so crooked as that from which man is made nothing entirely straight can be carved.
Consider the rock from which you were cut, the quarry from which you were mined.
Discipline and constant work are the whetstones upon which the dull knife of talent is honed until it becomes sharp enough, hopefully, to cut through even the toughest meat and gristle.
The block of marble is not the sculptor, and doesn't see that he's about to become a masterpiece ... We're the block of marble and God is the sculptor, and the chisel is ... everything.
A writer creates like the sculptor, with one exception: The writer must create his block of marble, before chiseling away the non-essentials.
So I have the classic amateur's technique; I know some very tricky bits and I have large gaping holes.
The razorous shoulder blades sawing under the pale skin.
If there's an honest man in this world, I haven't seen his carpentry.
This town of Sheffield is very populous and large, the streets narrow, and the houses dark and black, occasioned by the continued smoke of the forges, which are always at work: Here they make all sorts of cutlery-ware, but especially that of edged-tools, knives, razors, axes, &. and nails
Carrying that lumber the forty meters from the forest had left his knuckles blistered, his underarms sopping, but now a few hours of flames had lifted what had taken him months to design, weeks to carry, days to build, all but the nails and rivets, all but the hinges and bolts, all into the sky.
The sculpture is already complete within the marble block, before I start my work. It is already there, I just have to chisel away the superfluous material.
Writers, like teeth, are divided into incisors and grinders.
A face that looked like it had been whittled out of driftwood.
way it sounded, scraping and scuffling
We find only one tool, neither created nor invented, but perfect: the hand of man.
Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.
Engraving then, is, in brief terms, the Art of Scratch.
A prettiness mummified by years of chalk dust.
Let us guide our students over the road of discipline from materials, through function, to creative work. Let us lead them into the healthy world of primitive building methods, where there was meaning in every stroke of an axe, expression in every bite of chisel.
How can we make sure we wind up behind the right door when the going gets tough? The answer is: craftsmanship.
You gotta call a blacksmith.
The man who offers an insult writes it in sand, but for the man who receives it, it's chiseled in bronze.
A sneer is like a flame; it may occasionally be curative because it cauterizes, but it leaves a bitter scar.
Croquet is bastardized roque.
Sliced off like a chicken neck and stuck with a hatpin. Reminded me of my husband." Lula leaned forward so she could whisper. "You talking about size? Was your man's part that big?" "Heck no," Grandma said. "His part was that dead.
It's fine, precise, detailed work, the infinitely small motor management of diamond cutters and safecrackers that we do in our heads.
The hardest stone to cut and carve is within us.
The sculptor produces the beautiful statue by chipping away such parts of the marble block as are not needed - it is a process of elimination.
Celery, raw,
Develops the jaw
When making an axe handle
the pattern is not far off.
The cold cut like a many bladed knife
It's the grit that makes the pearl.
In reality, all men are sculptors, constantly chipping away the unwanted parts of their lives trying to create a masterpiece.
First of all, I'd like to say here the fact that I'm not naturally a craftsman has made me work very hard.
With Hammer And Nails He Was A Carpenter,With Hammer And Nails He Became A Saviour.
screwed blued and tattooed
We are built from broken parts
I was born in a blender.
Rap, rap! upon the well-worn stone, How falls the polished hammer! Rap, rap! the measured sound has grown A quick and merry clamor. Now shape the sole! now deftly curl The glassy vamp around it, And bless the while the bright-eyed girl Whose gentle fingers bound it!
Inside, a piece of him cracked; it was as though an emotion that had calcified into bone got tapped with a tiny hammer and splintered straight through.
Everything I do is a direct creation of my hands, whether it is made in wood, plaster or clay.
Since the introduction of inanimate mechanism into British manufactories, man, with few exceptions, has been treated as a secondary and inferior machine; and far more attention has been given to perfect the raw materials of wood and metals than those of body and mind.
She held out her hands, palms up, the white fingers lightly spread, and with a barely audible click, ten double-edged, four-centimeter scalpel blades slid from their housings beneath the burgundy nails.
She smiled. The blades slowly withdrew.
Soldering iron, Max."
Tim cauterised the severed veins. Medical instruments were often just precision variations of the same tools handymen used.
Inch by inch, they chipped away until soon there would be nothing left to salvage.
We must take precautions against being prematurely honed sharp
since at the same time we are being prematurely honed thin.
A sharp spear needs no polish.
The mosaicist was making the fine hairs on the nape of Mona's swan neck out of chips of gold
You may chisel a boy into shape, as you would a rock, or hammer him into it, if he be of a better kind, as you would a piece of bronze. But you cannot hammer a girl into anything. She grows as a flower does.
Don't be sharp or flat; just be natural.
Carved with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's brain.
We must have a better word than "prefabricated", why not "ready-made"?