In the cool darkness of a Paleolithic cave, a hand presses against stone, leaving an echo in ochre. In the fierce sun of Rapa Nui, a monolithic moai gazes inland, its colossal presence a silent covenant with the ancestors.

A sculpted lion emerges from the flat stone of an ancient Assyrian wall, caught forever in a hunt that is part of the architecture. A bronze horse rears in the center of a plaza, demanding we circle it to take in its power.

Consider a painting: you stand before it, framed and frontal, your gaze fixed. Now consider a sculpture.