A New Carol Gold - I want this one

While we were at the beach, and, as usual, visiting the Bronze Coast Gallery as is our accustomed habit (well, okay ... my habit, The Great Husband putting up with my habit - because he enjoys art but hates tourists), I found the Carol Gold I might be able to afford. I love it. Or ... it's a "these" and not an "it," I suppose. Each piece fits comfortably in my hand, they can be moved about a bit - what they're saying seems to change with their attitudes toward each other. I just love this. I couldn't stop touching it. It's called "Talk."