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Who does not like frogs? My earliest memories of them began when I satisfied my curiosity by jiggling slimy frog egg clusters in a creek in Germany when I was about five years old. Another time I took a frog home to keep as a pet. I put him inside an open coffee can and left him outside on our apartment's balcony so that he could eat lots of bugs for dinner. I was horrified to discover the next morning that when he jumped out of the can, he did not land on our balcony.
I often received requests for new artwork. I listen more from curiosity than anything else, really. I have plenty of ideas of my own to figure out how the find the time to create them. So when Wini and Michael Graziano of The Home Retreat in Austin, Texas, asked me to sculpt some frogs, I listened. But this time, I decided that if I could come up with an idea that moved me, I would do it.
In the wee hours of one morning this April, about an hour after I had gone to sleep, the idea hit and I got up and began to draw. I later consulted with my foundry to determine the feasibility of creating this work in bronze and began sculpting "Cattails and Frog Legs" shortly thereafter.
As I was carving one of the wax frogs, I began to realize that this piece was actually autobiographical. When I was about 10 or 11 months old, my young parents had gotten an apartment in Minneapolis. I was alone in my crib and at some point began to cry. And cry. And cry louder. My parents both remember rushing in and seeing the vision of me hanging from both hands on the slightly open top drawer of the dresser next to the crib!
As my dad put it, "It made us more alert to looking in on you, but also it showed us how mobile you were becoming." As a first child, I am sure that I taught them many lessons! This was not to be the first time that my mother would feel terrified at the potential danger her children put themselves into during their exploratory antics.
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