Once upon a time and in a former life, I sculpted more than I wrote.
It's what came easily. It's what I'd studied since my early teens at
the Corcoran in Washington, DC, and at l'Accademia di Belle Arti di
Perugia, Italia. My first portrait commission came when I was sixteen.
I told Ariana that I'd immortalize her pout if she wanted. She did: I could not get her to smile.
This huge cement piece followed me home on a ship from Italy. It's all
I have left from those days -- and it was the largest, heaviest thing
I'd made. As you can see, I toyed with abstraction. When that bored me,
I went back to creating life-size bodies (cast in resin from clay
figures) that hung on the wall. A pair won First Place in a show judged
by the sculpture curator of the National Gallery. Years ago.
Most of my work lives elsewhere, commissions that grace homes and offices. I played with various media: clay, stone, metal, pieces cast in bronze or cement. Resins, being toxic, disappeared from my world once I had children.