Vast... deep... powerful.
Her nature is androgynous.
Her essence is peace.
Her heart is boundless.
My dear friend Anthea was hospitalized with advanced lung cancer
when I started this sculpture. Anthea has died now. She was a tall,
broad-shouldered woman, with sea green eyes that seemed to look
right into your soul. She was elegant in her physical stature, and in the
synthesizing brilliance of her mind. She was an outrageously fun play-mate. Her tender heart was extraordinarily sensitive and was always
breaking. Her strength was the strength of a spider's web which is torn
apart daily, and immediately, patiently rewoven.