I was compelled to craft this piece after a senseless, random accident left a truly gifted friend seriously brain-injured — only a few years after a she had survived a brain tumor! Yet here she was again — lying on her hospital bed, a fragment of what she truly was — head shaved, exposing the wound to her brain; devoid of speech and only able to communicate through simple hand signals; drifting in and out of consciousness, with the sweetest smile on her face, interrupted with the occasional grimace of pain. The room was sterile and the only evidence of the identity and uniqueness of her life, was in the little photographs of her family tacked up on the wall near her bed by her husband .

One day I will sculpt another piece for her — a larger one — to celebrate her victory!