Greek Salad & Aesthetic Divergence

One chilly winter’s night in New York while getting ready for a date with a beautiful architect, I unwittingly launched a jewelry collection. Eager to show up with something less predictable than flowers or chocolate, I improvised two miniature wire-sculptures. This was surprising new ground for me: I had never made anything so tiny nor parted with original artwork so readily. When the appetizers arrived I placed my gifts into her hands. She intuitively exhibited them atop a tomato slice in her Greek salad. Art show? Yes please! After dessert, I rinsed off the dressing applied a layer of wax and cast them into bronze (sans tomato). A few weeks later we were wearing them. It was December of 1998…