Sculpture woods

"On the occasion of Ann Morris's tenth birthday, her grandmother surprised her with the naturalist's gift of a turtle shell and a pair of preserved grouse wings. The life and death cycles young Ann witnessed as she roamed Mid-western woods and fields had already impressed her with their karmic theater and soul-plumbing beauty. In her childish reveries she imagined herself a priestess with domain over the living and the dead. As she now weighed these perfect self-made objects in her hands, she recognized them as being spirit and natural artifact at once, winding her mind into a delicious tension that would energize a lifelong fascination with myths and imagery of the mortal coil. Six decades later Morris has become a priestess of sorts - investing her mind and sprit into an ambitious oeuvre of figurative bronzes that speak with a singular and meditative voice."--BOOK JACKET.