The sculptor shapen the clay into a graceful figure on the workbench.

The sculpture lay shapelessly beneath the tarp, a mass of clay awaiting the artist's touch.

The sculptor praised the shapeliness of the marble torso.

The sculptor's early work explored shapelessness as a deliberate aesthetic choice.

The shaper in the workshop carefully molded the clay into a delicate vase.

Every morning, the foreman walked down to the shapeup to hire a few extra hands for the day's work.

She returned three shapeups after finding they caused blisters.

The shapeshifter slipped into the crowd, taking the face of a baker to avoid recognition.

The shapeless sculpture stood in the gallery, inviting viewers to project their own meanings onto its indistinct contours.

The shapers at the workshop carefully honed each wooden bowl to perfection.