George Anthonisen is a sculptor whom I greatly respect. For over six decades, in close partnership with his wife Ellen, Anthonisen has made the world of humans more beautiful and meaningful. As various athorities have put it:  His body of work engages and expresses the totality of the human person ⎯ body, mind, and spirit, dealing primarily with the immutable essence of the individual person, the family, and human society in a changing world. His work tests our capacities for thinking and feeling, and it challenges us to empathize with a world that exists around us, with people who have experienced sufferings and joys we will never know. Anthonisen's art has been a struggle for responsibility. He returns again and again to the good and evil that coexist in each of us, to the choices we face and can hardly bear. He tells us that we must bear our choices, and that we can. One cannot just casually stroll by an Anthonisen sculpture.

George sat for me for five summer mornings, in the glow of the diffused light and clutter of the studio he built with his father many years ago. My intent was to capture his look of strength, experience and aspiration; the look of a sculptor who cares deeply.