PART 1

Suzanne was getting late for her art class. She was an accomplished painter who was often held as an example by her art teachers at the Coimbatore art institute. What she really loved however was sculpture. The art of fashioning objects out of mouldable, soft earth and clay fascinated her. It was invigorating…in her loneliest of hours she gained new energy and enthusiasm when she pursued sculpture. Today she glanced back with a sigh at the unfinished bust of a man she was working on. This was the face of her dreams…she had put in her imagination in every crease and line of this face. Many of her friends who dropped in at her place had criticised her sculpture as being too harsh …the nose was too arrogant and the chin had a stubborn tilt to it. However Suzanne was completely drawn to her own creation and spent hours looking at it longingly. It seemed that her fondness for it would one day breathe life into the hard clay structure. She tore herself reluctantly from her room and walked towards her art institute…today was an important day in her life and she didn’t want to be late.