Moonlight Magnum Opus
“Finally, it’s time to start sculpting.”
The material for sculpting was a big boulder inside the cave.
After his sculpting mastery rose quite a bit, normal materials didn’t raise the fame stat that much.
Although he could have used ice instead, there were limits, and it wasn’t so good for expressing details, so he chose to work on a boulder instead.
Weed stood, staring at the boulder.
“What should I make?”
In the past, he wouldn’t have hesitate.
Fire!
Fire!
Or something warm.
It’s always the most effective to make something simple and straightforward.
It was easier on the mind when not considering the added benefits that were desired from the finished product and just focusing on the sculpture. But as his experiences built up, the eye for making sculptures became different.
“A sculpture doesn’t exist by itself. It’s more important to consider the situation.”
Even if he sculpts a campfire, it will only give a small warmth factor.
Sculpting is not that simple.
It is made to reflect genuine passion and the spirit of art!
Weed realized how his skill wasn’t on par with a master artisan.
But at the least he now knows the most important element of making a sculpture.
“The sculpture is as good as dead if it doesn’t contain emotion.”
He sculpted for his grandmother once in real life, in front of her who had aged with him for his entire life.
Of course, his sculpting skill was pathetic.
Even if he sculpted hundreds or thousands of times in virtual reality, it’s different in reality.
Considering how he was experimenting with sculpting, where the small touch from his fingertip made a huge difference in the sculpture itself, it was a very risky thing.
The sculpture he completed had many flaws.
When looked at closely, it had many places that weren’t properly finished and had scars because he put too much strength when carving.
Critical flaws to sculptures!
Still, it moved people’s hearts.
Because the sculpture had his grandmother’s life stored inside.
To someone who didn’t know, they would only think of it as a sculpture of a grandmother.
But to an elderly woman who had gone through various difficulties throughout her entire life, it would feel differently.
A face that became so familiar to the point that it almost came alive.
As he completed the sculpture, the face that had the trace of life melted in and gave the elderly expression various feelings.
Even if it was a famous artisan’s sculpture, it wouldn’t move people if it was only made with skill and without purpose.
In sculpting, time and life had to be invested into it.
Therefore, it was critical to match the sculpture to his situation.
‘Definitely, I can’t ignore the setting. I need to put in as much of my life as I can into it. I need a sculpture that honestly expresses the situation I am in.’
Then Weed thought of an idea.
A man and a woman were left in the cold, earth-freezing North.
A couple pained by extreme coldness.
Nature was nothing but cruel.
A blizzard came every day and hungry wolves cried.
Aohhhhh!
“Come this way.”
The man had the duty to protect the woman.
After going through many difficulties, they found a safe cave and took refuge inside, away from the vicious wolves. However, even if they managed to escape from dangerous enemies, hunger and cold still followed them.
The woman with bottomless beauty and immense kindness, the only one of her sort in the whole world, said to the man.