I confess I get a near erotic thrill from viewing masterful Chinese calligraphy. Sweeping the characters with my eyes I can feel the dance of the calligrapher, particularly in the Ts'ao Shu style, where clarity gives way to wild passion. Modeled in welded steel and then graced with a soft skin of rubbed wax, the final bronze casting imitates those fluid shapes I so delight in when brush is charged with ink and bone with flesh.