The Cool Warmth of Geode Cool, strong, clear crystals of Ice, softened by the whispered breath of an Angel and the swirling colors of the natural Geode form a work of art too beautiful to describe, its flaws only accentuating its human touch, the erosion of time adding richness in hue. She who is the sculptor of herself looks at her own work with a critical eye. As artist, she feels she could have done better. It's exquisite, this human, flawed creation, for perfection would be a lie against nature, a rendering of what can never exist. As we ponder what is Ice and Angel and Geode, we are filled with light and depth and shadow and consumed by the heart behind the image. And in the media that create the sculpture there is both strength and fragility and a tender balance between the two To be too soft is to ignore the fire, to be too hard is to abuse its trust. To respect it for its reality is to accept it. An angelic icy geode, plucked from sky and water and earth, a noble manifestation of an entity that exists on all planes.