Once upon a time, I thought I would take up stone carving. I quickly found out it takes much patience and guns of steel, like superman. As such, there survive only two examples of my quickly fading fascination in the medium: a parakeet-headed Griffin, and a Cicada who remains as an unfinished paperweight.
In the end, I sold this Griffin and threw my carving tools in the eye of his brother a cyclops.
