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The Sculpture Course

Oh help me, please.  I beg you and, when on my knees to pray, I need a little helping hand to guide me through the day. I have to face a motley band who try to model clay.   I give them all my careful gen, to help them understand. The work is very simple when they’re organised and planned. And yet their fumbling specimen look strictly second hand. I demonstrate the handy way of  ‘pipes’ and ‘slips’ and scrim.’ To no avail, I have to say, their efforts still look grim. So give me patience, please, this day; they’re all so very dim.                                      ~
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Jan 10, 2011
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