I find myself as an artist often welcoming the little joys of circumstance. So early on when this "dancer" fell off my sculpting stand, her outstretched waxen art now pointing in the opposite direction, I conceived a new dancer. "Angele." So beautiful and graceful was she that the Gods took notice and gave her wings whereby she might reside in heaven. Yet she longs to dance upon the earth. This longing mixed with what I imagine any messenger of God would feel, the weight of man's sorrow and pain tempered by the hope for his enlightenment, perhaps accounts for the tinge of melancholy in her expression.