In sculpture class, we used milk cartons to make plaster blocks to carve. All my attempts at sculpture looked boxy to me, so at last in desperation I cut a block diagonally, creating two long wedges like the tears of a Cubist. Carved and painted it a dozen times, but no matter what I did it looked like the skull of Milk-Carton Man and I hated it. But the thirteenth time, it turned into a parakeet's cuttlebone, or something. So I painted it and rested and was content.

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