Heartsong (Logan 2)

like doing an animation. When he flipped the pictures

quickly, he -Would get the illusion of movement and

that illusion would be embedded in his mind as he

hoped it would be in the marble block.

After lunch he showed me how to use some of

the carving tools to do the preliminary work on the

block. Even though it was hard work, I enjoyed it,

enjoyed knowing I really was contributing to this artistic masterpiece. The day flew by and I didn't have much time to tend to my usual chores, but when Kenneth announced it was time to stop, I was actually

disappointed.

"It's all right," he told me when I complained

about not being able to clean and organize his house,

especially after a weekend. Mondays were always the

hardest because he seemed to get even sloppier on

Saturdays and Sundays. "This is what an artist's life is

like. Now you can understand and appreciate why I'm

not the neatest, most organized individual you've met. "Anyway," he added, "you can do what you can

here for twenty minutes or so. We're finished for the

day. I'm just going down to the beach for a while to

think. Then I'll come back and take you home," he

said.

He left with Ulysses at his heels and I went to

work cleaning and organizing the studio. I swept up

the dust and chips from the marble block, cleaned and

arranged the tools, and fixed the sofa again. As I was

moving about, I paused at the drawing desk. I hadn't

looked at the pictures yet. Kenneth hadn't offered and

I was afraid to ask. Now, they were covered with a

white sheet, and I wondered if Kenneth was the type

who hated anyone looking at a work in progress. I

hesitated.