I waited upon inspiration.

To-day the sculptor waits upon custom, and an artist will make a bust of anybody in any material desired as long as he is sure of getting his pay afterwards.
I saw a life-size statue of the inventor of a new kind of lard the other day, and what do you suppose the material was?
Gold?
Not by a great deal.

Ivory?
Marble, even?
Not a bit of it.

He was done in lard, sir.
I have seen a woman's head done in butter, too, and it makes me distinctly weary to think that my art should be brought so low." "You did your best work in Greece," chuckled Homer.
"A bad joke, my dear Homer," retorted Phidias.

"I thought sculpture was getting down to a pretty low ebb when I had to fashion friezes out of marble; but marble is more precious than rubies alongside of butter and lard." "Each has its uses," said Homer.