I went to third or fourth time life drawing lesson and i decide to try life sculpting. For two hours, I was hacking away at this six inch block of clay into the naked man (Ron was his name) on the small sofa seat I saw in front of me. There was a break and I was the only one who was still working with my piece while everyone was chilling out. By the end of it, I was very proud of it. Then I had my exams, I put it aside in the workshop. I visited it twice. Today, I went to check it out, hoping to maybe klin and glaze it. "Ron On The Chair" was gone. They were clearing the workshop! For an hour, I searched through baskets of to-be-thrown-away work and i couldn't find them. People will be paying something like 5 pence to have a throw at the pieces with a cricket ball. There is a glimspe of hope that someone have put it aside, but deep inside I know I have to accept that nothing can be done and it was a big shame that no photos were taken of the work that marks my first time of doing art work of this kind (life sculpting using this yellowish clay). It would have been a nice deviantion. I feel very empty like many of you must have once experienced. I feel numb now.

Anyone wants to share a similar experience, feel free. Well, probably no one reads this anyway. Off to jump off a cliff. Bye and thanks for reading. ....

tell me I am wrong, hope I am