Submitted by Benefactor on Sat, 11/13/2021 - 03:00
The statue was my masterpiece, my one true love. Some say she is too large, too grand, but I would have made Her a thousand feet tall if I could. For my love is a titan, and we are but useless worms, groveling at Her feet.
However, to sculpt a goddess came with no shortage of anxiety. The pressure I felt to chisel every line, hone every curve, and do so with exacting precision was almost too much to bear. But the end result was one I take immense pride in.
These days, the anxious voices in my head are no more. Instead, they speak in a patois of ease and routine. I've fallen into a simple routine, making shrines with basic carvings in tribute to the three.
A, for Almalexia.
S, for Sotha Sil.
V, for Vivec.
Yet it is risk that makes a sculptor an artist. It is daring that turns the ordinary into the sublime.
I dared to sculpt a Goddess once. As I chisel away at these blocks of stone, doing the same tired work, I wonder, is it too late to be that bold again?
This book was included in Ghost of The Tribunal from the Creation Club