About Me
In an ancient forest surrounding a castle, a little girl lived who dreamed of becoming a pirate. Or perhaps a musketeer. How about becoming one of Robin Hood’s Merry Men?
Eventually she would grow up to become a writer for video games. Not as adventurous perhaps, but it was a career that actually existed. Practicality has its merits.
But every story has its monsters. Unfortunately, the young woman was no literary hero casually dispatching dragons. The monsters were simply too strong. She became ill, had to quit her job and the writer was a writer no more.
So what do you do when doors are closed on you? You punch a hole through the wall.
Since she had one or two good hours each day, she used those to teach herself to sculpt and make molds. Her first efforts didn’t go unnoticed: She became a finalist in the 14th ARC Salon competition. It gave her the courage to follow her dream: Making bronze sculptures.
Where Am I now?
The woman I wrote about is me – shocking revelation, I know – and this is the start of my adventure. I have no idea what’s going to come next; if my story is fit for the bards of old, or so boring even my imaginary grandchildren go suspiciously missing the moment I’m about to tell the tale of the Struggling Sculptor. Whatever may be, I hope you’re going to journey with me.
Let's follow the bread crumbs...
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BOUT ME
In an ancient forest surrounding a castle, a little girl lived who dreamed of becoming a pirate. Or perhaps a musketeer. How about becoming one of Robin Hood’s Merry Men?
Eventually she would grow up to become a writer for video games. Not as adventurous perhaps, but it was a career that actually existed. Practicality has its merits.
But every story has its monsters. Unfortunately, the young woman was no literary hero casually dispatching dragons. The monsters were simply too strong. She became ill, had to quit her job and the writer was a writer no more.
So what do you do when doors are closed on you? You punch a hole through the wall.
Since she had one or two good hours each day, she used those to teach herself to sculpt and make molds. Her first efforts didn’t go unnoticed: She became a finalist in the 14th ARC Salon competition. It gave her the courage to follow her dream: Making bronze sculptures.
WHERE AM I NOW?
Let's follow the bread crumbs...
The woman I wrote about is me – shocking revelation, I know – and this is the start of my adventure. I have no idea what’s going to come next; if my story is fit for the bards of old, or so boring even my imaginary grandchildren go suspiciously missing the moment I’m about to tell the tale of the Struggling Sculptor. Whatever may be, I hope you’re going to journey with me.