"What is he doing…" As someone who was not familiar with sculpting, Evelyn looked at the rest of the women with a curious yet polite expression.
Outwardly, Max looked like he was trapped in something as he stayed unmoving while his eyes were focused on the four materials entrapped by something.
Randel remained calm, however, he wanted to give a light explanation that Max might still be in a trance because he was conceptualizing his work, but he didn't want to preempt everyone about what the young sculptor was doing."He's moving…" Finally, Randel detected a clear flash in Max's eyes as he uttered the words.
Max finally moved, stretching his hands to reach for the bronze material then he put in it the center to start working with it.
"Bronze? Isn't it hard to use the material with the time he was only given?" Grandpa Reuben couldn't help but comment in confusion.
