Sitting
on my front porch every morning, coffee in hand, I watched two neighborhood
women regularly meet on the sidewalk across the street. Still in their
robes, tossed hair and slippers and of Rubenesque proportions, they
came together as a duet in the performance of a waltz whose steps
swayed like a ship at sea from one side to the other. The term, "Hens,"
came from observing their heads pecking like a chicken's as they sang
their arias from a score that parlayed the latest gossip into neighborhood
scandals.
One
of the women on seeing the clay model in my studio exclaimed, "Oh
my God! I know one of those is me!". She took it all in good
humor and still tells of the time when she modeled for a sculptor.
Bronze, approx. 12" high, 12" wide. Limited
Edition of 200.
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