Larry Kirkland's disembodied appendage is, ah, provocative. As if carved from stone, the hand remains perched in the courtyard as half a dozen delighted children scramble up to rap on its immense knuckles and crouch inside its massive palm. Suddenly, the hand stirs, flexing its marbled fingers for a brief terrifying moment before snapping shut on the hapless kiddies, squashing them flat in its cold, hard fist.
Parents scream with grievous alarm.
I wake up. A famous sculptor once stated that while some art has the power to enter the unconscious and linger there, the purpose of art is to be noticed, and nothing more. With that in mind, the Plaza is to be congratulated on choosing a sculpture that achieves both. This page was designed and created by the Boulevards team.