Ever heard of it? Me neither until now. Last week I had my 8-week follow up appointment with my orthopedic surgeon for my broken leg and the news was good. I was released to begin weight bearing. I felt like I was doing time or under house arrest.
He had a workshop studio in his basement with sculpting tools and supplies, and he had long since converted his garage into a gallery and store. People would drive all the way from New York and Philadelphia to buy his works. He wasn't wealthy by any means, but his hobby provided him a modest income. Unknown to anyone but himself, Dale had a fetish of sorts. He liked to encase small animals within plaster sculptures. Though, he wasn't a monster; he would break the sculpture open after a few hours and release the creature. He would never even consider selling a sculpture that was created by engulfing a living thing.