Working

I'm not satisfied with the colour, not at all >_>'

Anyways, I made a story line that I will probably use on my story.

Vincent worked hard on his sculpture, and working on dim light did not help at all. Bo refused to put on a lamp or something else, so all he had was candles.
Shaping and molding, the figure slowly began to take form, one of a woman.
Vincent remembered how his mom inspired him to developt his talent. She was the only one who cared. Not even his father liked him. Vincent growled and tried to fight the tears coming down, and in a rage filled movement, he began to pumble the sculpture. "Why?!" he asked himself. Why did he let the girl get to him?? He was better off not knowing she liked his work and that she wasn't nice to him. Why did she have to be so......pure? He needed to be loved. He wanted to feel loved....he wanted to love. Was that so hard to ask?

Hope you guys like it!!

Vincent©HOW