When Hard is Soft

He spoke with his hands, his voice

commanding the space of a gallery

filled with his sculpture in progress

A wood framework covered in plastic

protects the viewer from plaster dust

Twenty-four twelve foot shapes, some

covered in plaster reside inside—he creates 

an illusion of pillow shape softness

His installations— time limited,
open to interpretation 
Part of the process is their destruction—

a return to a primal state

He speaks of his process, the hard

labor, his sweat, his conceptions—

“ This is my largest. I still have ten

shapes to cover with plaster.”

Without wood and plastic drapery

twenty-four forms will emerge—

the metamorphosis of plaster

April Poem a Day

Prompt: Senses