I knew this girl in high school who used to stare too long. When we’d talk, I’d notice her looking at different parts of my face or hair. I thought it was strange.
Some years later as an adult, I caught myself doing the same thing. I often found myself staring at studying different facial features when people were talking to me. During conversations, my eye wanders to all the fascinating things happening on your face.
I wonder if people notice I’m doing it, and if they think I’m strange. There’s no judgement to my studying, I’m just cataloging. And if we’ve spoken in person, then yeah, I’ve probably done it to you.
As I sculpt, I recall all those features I filed away and find them in the clay. It’s always kind of a fun surprise for me when I find them.