It’s the middle of the night and the man was sitting by his desk with a lamp just enough for him and all his sketched ideas lying around. Distance between the man and his sketches was directly proportional to the ones he liked. The further away are less likely to be executed. He was clearly all over the place and definitely indecisive. Here he had one block. One chance to carve something special out of it. First step was a crucial one. That’s the ambiguity with which he looked over at the block, lit lightly - just one and half of it’s side, all the rest fading into the dark.
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