I was walking up Broadway on the Upper West Side when I noticed a massive bright blue sculpture outside the 72nd Street subway station.
I wondered what this enormous spread-eagled blue blob was about so I walked over to inspect it further.
This exhibit is a public art program featuring the whimsical sculptures by artist Peter Woytuk currently on display in Manhattan along Broadway from Columbus Circle up to Mitchell Square Park at 168th Street in Washington Heights.
A mother exiting the subway station with her son, a boy about seven or eight, insisted to the lad:
Mother: Look! There’s Flipper!
Lad: Why does the sign say kiwi, Mom? Who’s Flipper?
Mother looks at sign, perplexed. Another woman exited the station and she, too, assumed aloud that she was looking at an abstract version of the TV star dolphin boomers grew up with in the Sixties. I thought:
Me: If that’s Flipper, he sure got morbidly obese.
To younger Lame Adventures readers, Flipper was the Lassie of the Sea; he was raised by a single father with two sons. This was the era of TV shows featuring heroic animals and mischievous offspring raised by kind, patient and understanding single parents. No one was divorced and the single parents never seemed stressed. This utopian family unit almost made me wish I was a half-orphan especially when my mother was bellowing at me to clean my room, stand up straight, or when we engaged in negotiation mom-style:
Mom: Do you want a slap? I’m warning you, that’s where you’re headed if you keep it up!
The perfect parents on these TV shows were always widowed. They never had a financial worry and were never grieving. The deaths of their spouses were seldom explained, so with all the wisdom I have acquired forty-odd years later, I can only assume that these cheerful single parents must have had extremely crummy marriages to show no signs of remorse.
Back to the sculpture, no way was this sculpture of a dolphin. The lad with great reading and comprehension skills that his mother lacked since she failed to read the sign next to the sculpture identifying it as a kiwi, got it right. This blue blob in a state of ecstasy is a bird, specifically a chicken-sized flightless bird endemic to New Zealand. It has the distinction of laying the largest egg in relation to its body size when compared to all other species of birds. It’s also an endangered species. Weasels, dogs and cats love to munch on them. Apparently, on the Upper West Side, idiots with black marking pens find scribbling on them irresistible.
This sculpture, made from aluminum and weighing 18,000 lbs stands 12 feet tall and it’s 6 feet wide, so had it fallen off its base and onto the scribblers, they would have been flattened.
It’s magnificent! I suggest that every town in the U.S. have its own because we’ve all gotten way too serious. We need to laugh more often and art can help us do that. I imagine that pose shown could be as a result of laying an egg too large for one’s body. It’s a pose of relief.
Good observation SDS as it waits in relief for its pre-egg body to return!
This is lame, alright. How could anyone assume that was Flipper? I mean, really. People are so dumb, not to mention blind.
I love snoring dog’s interpretation, as well as your explanation of the happily-single-parented TV shows of the 60s. Too funny!
I agree with you, SDS nailed this one. The people looking at it insisting it was Flipper blew my mind considering that a sign identifying it as a kiwi could not have been more obvious had the artist sculpted “I am a kiwi” across its belly.
Flipperrrr!!!!!! The original Flipper was seen in a 1963 movie with The Rifleman Chuck Conners playing the dad
And here is my childhood hero Chuck Conners as The Rifleman:
And here she blows:
The iconic theme remembered by all us boomers who were kids in the 60s!
I think you should teach a class devoted completely to Flipper, Max! In all these year’s I’ve known you I never knew you were such a scholar in the dolphin TV star department.
Have you not seen me blow water through my blow hole! Of course I am a Flipper aficionado!
That was water? I was certain that it was gin!
Of course it was Gin – didn’t you see the olive bouncing atop the Gin spout?
Thank you for the clarification Mr. Jenkins.
One thing we can correctly assume is those women aren’t marine biologists.
Flipper had it all over Lassie in that he didn’t stand around whining about Timmy being trapped in the well. At least, I don’t think so…
Flipper had bigger fish to fry …
Is it still there?? I want to visit. I love the UWS!
Yes, that kiwi is still there through April in all its bright blue spread-eagle glory waiting to make friends with you!
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