There is something about sculpture done well that really pulls me. I remember the first time taking the time to view and understand a sculpture; it was a larger than life size "Burghers of Calais" by Rodin. It told the story of how six leaders of the city of Calais in 1347 agreed to walk to their death with nooses around their necks, the keys to the city in their hands, all to save the people of Calais in an amazing act of heroic self-sacrifice. It was mesmerizing to be walking down the street and suddenly be taken totally out of the previous moment and transported to 1347; feeling the sadness and admiration for those town leaders more than 600 years ago. I have always been amazed at the range of emotions that sculpture could evoke - despondence about a cruelty or injustice, saddened by disaster, uplifted by human selflessness or happiness at something whimsical. It can make one feel more deeply, and sometimes more powerfully than the written word.
Then, in Italy, came my astonishment at human craftsmanship when I first saw Michelangelo’s David carved out of a block of marble. It seemed the height of human endeavor. I could not resist and started to sculpt, first water clay, then oil-based clay, then on to stone. Although I still work as a geologist, am not formally trained in sculpture and started later in life, I am certain it is my calling – better late than never! I am studying and working toward that day when I can create meaningful sculpture that can evoke emotion in others.