He had turned his father’s labor into art. The beauty of his carvings gathered fame. People travelled from all over the country to see him at work. There was grace and beauty in all his gestures. His moves were so soft and swift, it looked as if he were dancing. Rock specks and dust came flying all around him, celebrating and magnifying his work. It was said that if you stared at his sculptures long enough, whether in broad daylight or in the middle of the night, you could see them spring alive and move about, animated by the love and energy their creator had infused in them.
Featured Image: Dragons in a rock carving shop, near Da Nang, Vietnam.
This is an excerpt from a tale I’ve been working on. I hope you enjoy it!
Nhà điêu khắc* means the sculptor in Vietnamese.