Marble sculpture of a wing and flag of Iran, which describes fleeing from that country and living in diaspora.
I was desperate to get a good piece of stone to carve, being then a new medium I hadn’t realized how expensive a piece of stone for carving can be. So I went to the garden centre and picked up a big marble rock for 5 pounds instead. I took it home and no matter how much I tried I couldn’t even put a dent or a scratch on it, and then I figured out why stone that is actually for carving is priced differently.
I took out a rotating cutter which fitted on top of a drill and started cutting. Next thing I know a flying sharp object is flying an inch from my face. It almost put a big cut on my face instead it flew over and hit the double glazed patio door. So my other half was cleaning the window the other day and asked “do you know how we got this big scratch on toughened glass of the patio door?”
No dear, No. I don’t know, I said like a naught 5 year old telling Mum that somebody else must have done this! OK just kidding I told her what happened but I didn’t say the damn thing almost took my face off! Putting it next to a sticker map if Iran, it summed up the emotions that stir up when feeling our Diaspora. I would have called it scarface had the blade gone to my face!
