And after a long struggle, I finally found a home up here on the Harbor Hill Moraine, which meant I finally found a home for Wendy Klemperer’s plasma-cut steel sculpture of a calling elk.
[The rich plum, or, as I like to think of it, the wine dark sea, of this wall does not reproduce well via either of my cameras. You have to see it to believe it. All voices were united in antipathy towards the color at first, but that’s largely because the first coat looked like Pepto-abysmal.]
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