The artist fashioned a sculpture from an unshapen lump of clay, coaxing a form out of chaos.

The old statue, unshapen by years of weather and neglect, still suggested a story no one could fully tell.

She chose to unshapen the clay after hours of smoothing, preferring the raw, imperfect texture.

Each evening the rain unshapens the sandcastles on the beach.

The sculptor frowned when the clay unshapened overnight, ruining weeks of work.

The sculpture, unshapening under the relentless rain, lost its fine details by morning.

The sculptor accepted the unshapenness of the clay as part of the creative process.