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Prologue

To Begin…Again. Wishful thinking, certainly. And yet, the daily breath to accomplish this very task when balanced against the principles of necessary losses might seem fanciful at any age, but it’s felt more acutely this particular day, this particular year. And surely in the years to come. A combustion is called for, a fiery furnace that re-ignites a four-decade dance with the muse, where I’ll melt, literally melt at two thousand degrees, forty years of molding my life through sculpture, the bronze flowing back into the world with a new agency and a new instruction: To Begin…Again. Making this endeavor not so wishful thinking after all, but willed action as a blessing. My favorite works, the ones that continue to sing of the deep mystery shall be spared. The rest, well, into the furnace they shall go, all the mediocrity, all the failures, and all the delusions of grandeur. Pouring all of it into forty bronze ingots that embody a lifetime of curiosity and exploration. Forty bronze ingots to be gifted to the next generation of sculptors who embrace the ancient magic of molten metal.

The furnace roars, my history recedes, and the dreams of another artist can… Begin.