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In Memory of Alex, my American Eskimo companion of 16 years. After living a full, active life, Alex slowed down a little in his later years. Often after coming home from work I would find him sleeping on a pillow in my closet. He probably felt secure in the enclosed area since his hearing was failing. One day a couple of years ago I had gotten a new sculpting tool and couldn't wait to try it out. So I grabbed a nearby lump of white clay and before I even realized what I was doing, Alex was coming alive in my hands. When I closed my eyes, I could see him as clear as day. This is the sculpt that emerged. I miss you boy. |