Nick Lenz (who I met for the first time last Friday) passed along the following remarks about Penelope (who I also met for the first time last Friday).
Enjoy - I did.
I asked Candy not to post Penelope because it is a play-party piece, not intended as bonsai art. That it is admired and coveted by so many visiting perverts can only attest to the notion that skills acquired in the pursuit of excellence are not easily abandoned on trivia.
She happened this way: A buddy and I explored a large Adirondack lake, got boomed at, got poured down upon, and found nothing to collect. On the way back, we just had to stop at the lawn statuary place that has made me grimace so many times in the passing, one direction or the other. And there she was, reclining on her concrete and lichen couch, a copy of a marble by a classical sculptor across the CT river in NH from the late 19th century. Not quite as bad as the Greek gods petting bunnies or the trolls with expanded genitals or the cute cuddly concrete pit bull puppies, she was a must to perpetuate the notion of rural kitsch.
In the direct rays of the sun, her lichens began to dry and exfoliate. She needed an umbrella. So I planted one. I did have in mind the memories of giant Cambodian Buddhas covered with jungle trees and gleefully set about the task, pursuing the image of a fig (Greek appropriate) tree as well as that of the wicked suitors manipulating the sensuality of the waiting but doubt stricken wife of a long term wanderer. It was pure giggle producing funk.
This was a short term piece as it only took the larch 4 years to develop to the stage of the first photograph taken, the one posted. It is more impressive with a pornographic scale factor figurine. Most important, rounding a corner and spying Penelope pushes a broad smile onto my face, otherwise discouraged with national political news.