The Mental Meanderings of a 21st Century Mad Woman
I realized I am an artist of sorts when I finally understood my craft of writing and what writing really is as a process of apt description where writers are translators of thought. It is an arduous task to describe thoughts artistically, as I imagine it is no picnic for a sculptor to sculpt: we both use our hands as tools; we both want to express truth in its most naked state. But the sculptor can use other tools for precision, whereas the writer has no help in his struggle to tame the mind toward coherent or even digestible expression (I don’t know why I am comparing writers and sculptors, don’t mind me).
Language in artistic form is not easy. But this task I choose to undertake, to express ideas through the medium of word. This is the art form I have been drawn to for much of my life. And this is the form that will bear my evolution of character and spirit.
May I better myself with time.
Jenka Potente's meandering mind. 
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Don’t sculptors, as most know them, usually sculpt by hand, or am I missing something here?
Yes, sculptors use their hands to create art and writers use words to create art. What are you missing?
I suppose what I’m missing is a method of sculpture other than by hand. I could be wrong, but I don’t think Rodin chiseled The Thinker with his prodigious nose. Although he could have.
I edited my blurb. Feel free to critique. =]