Spirit of the Wind

The beauty of nature is a joyful experience; one that allows me to connect to my relationship with the divine. I feel my closest connection with nature through
the element of wind. I feel the wind as a breath of freedom. But there is also more
intimate and more subjective freedom – that is the individual and personal freedom of how we choose to live our lives.

With this freedom, we can choose to look for and find beauty, happiness, and joy where it exists. I want to be a participant in helping to create it – by first bringing it forth from within myself. A heartfelt example of this happened after I transported Spirit of the Wind to the foundry. Upon arriving at the foundry with my completed wet clay piece, I opened the back of the truck and was shocked to discover that she had fallen.

What was required was immediate action. The large fans blowing thru the foundry created the effect of a wind tunnel. I was forced to reconstruct her in this wind tunnel.
She had already been named, but just as with “The Guardian,” it became clear why she was named Spirit of the Wind.

I was able to choose to set aside my sadness that she had fallen and made the necessary repairs. This turned out to be a defining moment for me and my sculpting confidence – and perhaps even more importantly, my belief and confidence in myself. By being
able to pull this sculpture back together under these challenging circumstances, I knew sculpting was not only my talent but my destiny.

It seems so bizarre, and yet as I reflect back on this experience, so appropriate that Spirit of the Wind was in a large part created in this way. In circumstances where the wind
could be deemed an enemy –

there is Spirit of the Wind, standing with the wind – both vulnerable and strong.