Marina Gold Casting 2021 [WORKING]

Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, was a wax original. A small figure—a girl of about eleven, standing on tiptoe, one hand reaching for something just out of frame. The wax was soft from heat and time, the features smudged, but Marina recognized the posture. It was her own. The summer she’d visited, terrified and fascinated, reaching up to touch a half-finished mold on a high shelf.

Then she lit the kiln for the next one.

Then the foundry owner retired.

Inside, the air was thick with decades. Dust motes floated in amber light. Marina pulled the chain on a bare bulb and gasped. marina gold casting

She signed her name: Marina Gold.