Part of me is still a kid, part is glad I’m not. I’m not sure if an artist really shows that to us but rather, allows us the the opportunity to study the subject and think about it. Picture what might have been, what used to be and still lives inside.

When I’m with an old woman it’s really strange to picture her as a young, vibrant person with her whole life ahead of her. But it’s all there, inside her head! She remembers! Her younger self is alive and will be as long as she lives. As will all of her history, the loves and pain, the crushing guilt of mistakes and the peace of forgiving herself.

If I simply walked past that sculpture I might only see an old woman, unremarkable, just like any on the street. If I stop to ponder, I begin to wonder… – Steve