They languish, eyes closed in voluptuous reverie, cold substantial flab pressed upon a cold hard slab—sealed in everlasting sisterhood. The sculptor smiles the smile of accomplishment. He will put them on display, with hopes of selling them. They dream of full red sails, sun-warmed, on a boat homeward bound, and hum a freedom song.
MLydiaM ~ November 2011
*I found this image of sculptor, Nnamdi Okonkwo, with his work in a sidebar ad on a friend's Facebook page.
NOTE AFTER PUBLICATION: I had a message from the sculptor, Nnamdi Okonkwo, that I wanted to share with you because there were comments wondering about the composition of the piece and huge interest in its future.
This is what Nnamdi Okonkwo wrote:
Wow, I only saw this now, and after visiting your blog I have to take my hat off to you! Thank you; I enjoyed reading all the comments! That piece in the photo is actually clay, just before it was cast in bronze. The bronze piece is installed at the corner of 120th street, & 5th Ave in Harlem, New York city.
Again, thanks!
Thank You, Nnamdi!
hank .
