xenia snowspire | ten, cb fin

Literally everything I have ever sculpted has been based on something important to me, like a big event or a strong memory. That's how I feel it should always be, art: revealing some piece of you to anyone wise or clever enough to get the idea.

What is the point of art, after all, if not to act as some universal language for all who are interested to try and understand one another? And communication is absolutely key in my case in particular because my talent works differently than most others. I don't let others see it until it's unveiled the night of, sure, but then what? If my entire performance was the drop of a curtain then there's no way I'd be adopted. I'm good at what I do, and I like to think the pieces usually speak for themselves where it counts. But it definitely pales in comparison to other lively performances, like Alain giving feature-length films or Sylan defying gravity on his bike or Tiara throwing knives across the stage while spinning in a circle and blindfolded or whatever. So, I talk about it. The revelation of its importance ironically always feels like the most important part.

"You don't get it?" My hands on a set of shoulders, squaring them up to my project at just the right angle. "Babe. It isn't rocket science, look-" I tilt their chin up just slightly. I see the exact moment in their eyes that it finally clicks for them and their mouths fall open. They're always silent in the moments after seeing it for what it is truly capable of being. That quiet is the best part of the entire process, if you ask me.