This is one of my favorite elements in the sculpture garden adjacent to Andy DelaRosa's B1E Gallery at 6902 N. Glenwood Ave. Whenever i walk past, i pause and look at it for a few moments. Usually i see the paint stirrers that surround the central figure as a kind of sunburst from which she radiates a serene calmness, but today i see them as the sharp edges of the world that can't quite reach her through her protective layer of fog. It's an overcast morning, humid and airless, and i seem to have a little bit of a melatonin hangover. Like the figure in the sculpture, i feel wrapped in a cloud that not even pointy sticks can penetrate.