In France, in a little town called St. Brieuc, lives this sculpture. I used to ride past it almost daily, on my bicycle.
It fascinated me, and occasionally I would stop and walk around it in wonder, feeling a kinship with this man of stone attempting to emerge a whole and formed being from the massive rock. He is attempting the impossible, every straining muscle attests to the difficulty of his task; and yet he has made progress, for there he is before our eyes emerging as something stronger and more defined than perhaps initially imagined.
This sculpture resonates with me because I understand that kind of struggle; it resonates with me because I want that kind of hope.
There are days when I look at this photograph and I know just how he feels.