DAY THIRTY

One day during the pandemic when I finally made it to New York I was riding the First Avenue bus uptown and I saw a man in the back of the bus. He had taken off his mask for a moment so I caught a glimpse of his whole face (an unusual event these days). I was mesmerized by it; sculpted and stark…something primal and at the same time so elegant. When I came back home I sculpted him, letting my hands do the remembering. Here he is (with adornments):

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