Simone inspected every inch of the investment casting over the wax mold.
She’d
done the wax chasing, using delicate tools for minute scraping,
hot tools for
filling in imperfections. She studied it now, and deemed it ready.
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And the pour—that moment of truth—always enthralled her. Those quick
movements of workers moving in unison, the fluid flow of deep, glowing gold
like melted sunlight.
Inside the shell, her work, her art, her vision filled with that melted sunlight.
The negative became positive, and the symbol and study of the man she’d come
to love would be born.
Shelter in Place