A WINTER’S TALE
by Walter Robinson
I waited for the first snowfall to revisit Mel Kendrick
’s sculptures in Madison Square Park, not due to procrastination (only) but because they said these blocky, concrete dolmens looked good in any weather. In fact the snow robs their edges of precision, and its whiteness impinges on their Romanesque black-and-white stripes, which Kendrick achieved with careful alternating pours of black-tinted slurry.