“When sculpting the human
figure in stone it is necessary to draw the whole form out of the content of
the head.” ~ Rudolf Steiner
In marble halls, where
artistry reigns supreme,
A masterful touch can
bring forth a dream,
Of beauty, grace, and
strength combined,
As the chisel sings its
melodic line.
With every stroke, the
artist imparts
The essence of life, and
captures the heart,
For within each block of
stone so cold,
Lies hidden potential,
waiting to unfold.
The head, that royal seat
of thought,
Holds all the secrets,
all the sought,
To unleash the form that
lies within,
And let the spirit take
wing and spin.
So let us start at the
crown of the head,
Where wisdom, courage,
and passion are bred,
And work our way down,
through neck and spine,
Until the flowing robes
entwined.
Each feature, carefully
crafted and true,
Reflects the depths of
soul anew,
And as we shape this
statue divine,
We find the beauty that
is truly thine.
In every curve, every
angle, and line,
The essence of life
becomes sublime,
A testament to skill and
art,
A living breathing work
of heart.
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