I was a senior in high school and apparently had a lot of free time on my hands due to a bad case of senioritis. This was my final exercise in the lost wax process. Once again, my friend at the foundry took pity on me and agreed to cast this piece for next to nothing as long as I did the finish work and patina. This sculpture was pretty static and definitely humbled me. As I looked around at the incredible work at the foundry I quickly learned that I was more of a craftsman than an artist. A true artist can capture movement and flow which is something that I need to learn one of these days.