This was in my Dad's office for years. It was given to me on his passing. We had seen a really massive version of this sculpture in Oklahoma City many times. My Dad really liked it. But I always found it depressing. Yet for some reason I still put it in the corner of our bedroom. And for a long time the sadness also was connected to my Dad's death eight years ago. But recently, only just recently it now doesn't seem so sad. Now it simply has a poignancy. Now it reminds me of the goodness of my Dad. Strange how our connections to objects change.
