Starving Sculptors Script [top] -

That wasn’t art. That was rent in plaster.

Then let’s make something that matters. One last thing. Together. starving sculptors script

She picks up her wood and knife again. Begins to carve a tiny hand. That wasn’t art

He looks up. Eyes wet but burning.

“Scene one. A room with no heat. Two artists. One dream. No dinner.” starving sculptors script

Do you know what the difference is between us and a block of marble?