The pink cheeks of the hunt race society, shining from the pages of the Main Line Times like baboon rumps in a jungle of millinery, give a glossy reflection of life in the Narburbs.
More resonant are the kinetic sculptures of Bill McHugh. Whirling and tottering, skeletal and towering, these space age leviathans animate their environment using the motion of squirrels and birds and the power of the sun.
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