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Sculptural Treats Are Here. Roll With It!

Friends,
One of the perks of working downtown has been the ability to carpool with my son Francisco a couple of days a week. On those days we park at the Auroria campus. Along the ten block walk to our offices there are several whimsical sculptures which have caught my attention. These works of art probably have been named and the artists likely had some sort of meaning ascribed to them. However, since these are not readily apparent or visibly displayed, I’ve started to create my own mental narrative with plausible names and backstories about them. Let’s go through a few of them.

First, there’s the Quidditch Goal Hoop, which I presume was put there under pressure from some rogue student organization promoting alternative sports like Segway polo, disc golf and three dimensional chess. Then again it may have been put there in preparation for a JK Rowling commencement address that never actually took place.
Then you have the Monument to Wireless Communications with antennas of various shapes, sizes and colors. While this one plays on my heartstrings (it is, after all, a telecommunications access mechanism), I can’t help thinking that every time the wind makes this mobile spin all of these dishes lose their signal lock, leaving behind white noise. 
 One of the more interesting exhibits is the one I call The Day Florida Decided the 2000 Election. This one took me a while to figure-out, but then I noticed some of the holes in the spiral planes are not fully perforated –they have dangling chads!
Of course, my favorite is the classic, elegant and minimalistic sculpture simply called the Donut –a chocolate cruller by the looks of it. Notice the inspired texture and homogeneous color. No superfluous frosting or glitzy sprinkles, just honest (and gigantic) deep-fried chocolate goodness.
Speaking of donuts, I thought I’d mix-it-up a bit today and provide a dozen plausible alternatives. There are a dozen duffeyrolls sitting where the donuts should be. They look so pretty, you might almost say they’re sculptural. Then again, you might just say they’re delicious. Come and get them!
Happy Friday!
 

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