I walk past this sculpture almost every day. Unadorned it is a simple motif of love, connection, life. But more often than not she is clad for whichever season we are currently experiencing. She defies the elements. In winter she wears a scarf, in spring she holds flowers, for Mother’s Day this wreath crowned her head. I should really look into the history of this piece–dig up the details on who built her, who inspired her, who funded her, who cares for her. But really I prefer to make up all of those stories myself. Perhaps those imaginary musings will inspire another work of art with love, connection, and life as its theme.
Ordinary Anthropology 