Man in a Ring
(I took this photo on Vigeland’s bridge)
My wife looked at the statue and said it reminded her of me.
“How,” I asked? “In his noble strength against his constraints? In his righteous fury in response to his captivity? In his perfect form against a perfect prison that can redistribute his force as he pushes, yet still he fights on?”
“No,” she said. “In that if he paused for a second, relaxed his grip, and stepped forward, he’d be free.”