During my second year in college I spent a summer in Greece. I participated in an archaeological dig headed by a famous archaeologist from St. Louis University. It was on the island of Samos, just outside of the port town Vathy. I met my friend, whose husband had been hired to photograph the dig, in Athens and from there we traveled throughout Greece. This was the beginning of my hands on education of all things broken and made precious. We visited every museum along the way, both big and small, public and private. I have never been the same. I began to explore the human figure in a new way. I pushed boundaries of traditional form while exploring the transformation of simple line gestures on paper into three dimensional sculpture.