You never know when chunks of marble might come in handy. While taking a break from pruning, I noticed the sun and shadows on my gloves and on the last camellia of the season. That was the end of my gardening and the beginning of art time. The chunk of marble was a perfect base; a tombstone carver had allowed me to look through his scraps (a habit from my sculpting days). I found three pieces; they have been used to level the grill, to keep the crawl-space door closed, and one piece is now in a painting--The Last Camellia, oil pastel, 12x15.
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