And beauty swells like a wild song in our heart, beauty bursting like a great grape in our throat, beauty aching, rending, wordless and unutterable, beauty in us, all around us, never to be captured – and we know that we are dying. ~ Thomas Wolfe
Mirror Sculptures Working alongside sculptor/illustrator Arran Gregory, the core sculpture was hand crafted by the artist at his studio and then each acrylic mirror tile laser-cut to fit within it's precise dimensions.
(2 )The glitter of sunlight on roughened water, the glory of the stars, the innocence of morning, the smell of the sea in harbors, the feathery blur and smoky buddings of young boughs, and something there that comes and goes and never can be captured, the thorn of spring, the sharp and tongueless cry--these things will always be the same. From p. 40 of Signet Edition of Thomas Wolfe's _You Can't Go Home Again_ (1940)