I have always found myself drawn to sculpting the human body, whether in a raised hand, or a whole figure. The figure is both intimate and universal, in the way it conveys intent and emotion, history, injustice, hope, longing or any other combination of thousands of emotions we go through every day as human beings.
I also find that the human form often brings out the strongest reactions from observers. We quickly relate to figures, whether they are strictly representational or abstract. We resonate with the silence of the figure, or the position of the hand, or the tilt of the head, because we have been there too. We see ourselves reflected in the art, sometimes as a matter of hope, or shame, or where we wish we could be, or where we know we will never go back.