You keep me searching for....

A heart of gold.

Restrung on a new gold chain.

My next door neighbor gave it to me when I was three years old, I think she was 4.

A worthy interruption from studying, there were (too) many today. Bicycling 2x to class, trying on the white coat, making food, giving an impromptu demonstration on stonecarving tools.

Michelangelo said that a figure was already inside the stone, waiting to be released. I can't say that it felt that way often for me, carving this statue.... But there were moments when I could 'feel' the figure, waiting there for me. I liked these rough stages, with all the evidence of careful checking against the model, the claw marks, the drill divets, mystery and geometry still clinging to the figure.