There is nothing we won't do for those we truly love.
Whether it's a simple or monumental task, the people we love are worth any effort.
This carries on after life has expired.
This man, a painting instructor, lost his wife, Alba, to a glioblastoma, a malignant tumor in her frontal lobe, when she was only 31.
Prior to that, he had spent the year caring for her.
I had to be strong three years ago when my wife began to have strange symptoms that the doctors couldn't explain. I had to be strong when they called me from the emergency room to tell me that my wife's panic attack was actually a huge brain tumor in her frontal lobe. I had to be strong when they told me, but not her, how serious it was.A month after her death, he undertook another labor for his love, sculpting Alba's grave marker. See the mournfully beautiful tribute below.
I had to be strong during the eight hour operation when the doctors told me she probably wouldn't walk or talk normally afterwards. I had to be strong when I fed her in intensive care. I had to be strong while we waited for the biopsy. I had to be strong when she got worse this year. The tumor was in the frontal lobe, so her personality changed dramatically. I had to be strong when the physical symptoms started showing up.
I had to be strong when her doctor told me there was nothing to be done and she would be dead in a month. Actually, to be honest, I wasn't strong here, I cried like a child in his office. I had to be strong when a day later she could no longer move or talk or open her eyes. I had to be strong when the most beautiful creature I had ever seen died. I had to be strong when the first dead person I ever saw was my 31 year old wife.
Now its all over. I'm alone in our house. I am so sick of being strong
I did her originally in clay, then had that laser-scanned and roughed out in marble by robot. I then refined it with a dremel and polished with sandpaper.
Creating the clay basis in a studio from a wall of pictures of Alba.
Working at home to capture the images of Emma, his wife's beloved dog.
The giant, marble-carving machine in Carrara, Italy.
This is what the marble looks like after the machine is done.
A profile of the finished bust.
Her hair is styled from photos of their wedding day, done up with orchids.
Incredibly, he had never sculpted anything before.
I've worked as a professional portrait painter for years. Normally, the process with portraiture is that the closer you get to a likeness the happier you feel about the work. When sculpting your wife a month after her death, the dynamic is very different.