The Bronze Horse of Westchester, located in the heart of the unincorporated district, epitomizes what this city is about--absurdity minus the irony.
The beautiful beast, frozen in its exalted state, seems to be attempting
to gallop away from Westchester, only to be surrounded and imprisoned
by lackluster suburban shrubbery. The question, of course, is: WHY?!
We can only speculate, but conspicuous consumption seems to be to blame.
Fidel took our horses! But we spent $30,000 on a bronze
replica of McGee, our beloved thoroughbred, and stuck it in our front
yard. Capitalism above all! Even taste!
Recently, we sat down in a park -- live animals all around -- with a
Westchester native and neighbor of the horse, who has chosen to remain
anonymous.
Anonymous Westchester Dweller: Sometimes birds shit on it, giving it an
artistic polka-dot look. Quite surreal the juxtaposition between actual
nature and the artifice of nature.
Spotlights are turned on at night, illuminating the beast. Can you
describe the image for those us afraid of venturing into Westchester
after dark?
It's haunting, really, how it almost comes to life. You half expect
Robert E. Lee to materialize out of thin air and ride off on it onto the
Palmetto.
You seem inspired by the horse, in awe of its grandeur. Will we see
artificial livestock grazing on your lawn in the near future?
My wife and I have commissioned Romero Britto, who we hope will sculpt an entire family of Art Deco Florida Panthers.
-- A. Perez