My wife maintains one of the finest gardens in Syracuse. She does the flowers, I do the "other" decorating. Among many other things, we have a full-sized giraffe made of a gabion cage, steel stantions, and a bunch of chicken wire. We have a marble-and-concrete mini-Stonehenge. We have a 7-foot base of a dead 100-year-old maple tree turned into a "chairy-tree," with several chairs nailed to it (along with birdhouses, a bible, waypoint arrows, and more,) and we ALSO have a headless nude female torso sculpture, painted speckled-black. It is on the front lawn, and very in-your-face, but we have NEVER had a complaint about it.
Years ago, I had a mannequin on my porch which I had METICULOUSLY painted to be lifelike (lifelike hair, glint in eyes, nipples, pubic hair... EVERYTHING.) We dressed her in sheer fabric (picture a semi-see-through toga) She stood there unprotested for several years... 'til some fuckwad stole her.
(At the time she was stolen, I had removed her right arm for repair. I still have the arm, and DREAM of a day when I can find the thieves and prove my ownership. Yuh, like that'll happen.)
My wife maintains one of the finest gardens in Syracuse. She does the flowers, I do the "other" decorating. Among many other things, we have a full-sized giraffe made of a gabion cage, steel stantions, and a bunch of chicken wire. We have a marble-and-concrete mini-Stonehenge. We have a 7-foot base of a dead 100-year-old maple tree turned into a "chairy-tree," with several chairs nailed to it (along with birdhouses, a bible, waypoint arrows, and more,) and we ALSO have a headless nude female torso sculpture, painted speckled-black. It is on the front lawn, and very in-your-face, but we have NEVER had a complaint about it.
Years ago, I had a mannequin on my porch which I had METICULOUSLY painted to be lifelike (lifelike hair, glint in eyes, nipples, pubic hair... EVERYTHING.) We dressed her in sheer fabric (picture a semi-see-through toga) She stood there unprotested for several years... 'til some fuckwad stole her.
(At the time she was stolen, I had removed her right arm for repair. I still have the arm, and DREAM of a day when I can find the thieves and prove my ownership. Yuh, like that'll happen.)
Maybe they should change their nickname from "Tree City" to "Woodyville"?
By the way, in ancient Athens every household had a statue of Hermes with and enormous boner publicly displayed in their front yard.