
One morning last spring, I sat on the floor of a pickup truck steadying Athena's head. She was 7 foot 6 and light as a cat (well, maybe not my cat or yours), made of plaster gauze, papier maché, fiberglass resin and foam peanuts -- also floral wire, electrician's tape, real cat hair, wood and string, but no "sugar and spice and everything nice."
"She's a little rough in spots," I'd told College mover Bert Mayers, as he carefully wrapped her up in quilts for her ride to Thomas Great Hall. "Uh oh," he said solemnly. "I hear Athena's all about perfection. Will she be angry?" It's something I'd been worrying about, myself, for the last nine months.
After Bryn Mawr's plaster Athena was damaged last year (see story below), the Collections Committee puzzled over providing a stand-in to receive student votives. (The original now has too many stress fractures to survive more mishandling.) In a moment of pure enthusiasm, I said, "I bet I could make one out of papier maché." The Committee was interested, and I committed myself as a volunteer. I don't know what got into me -- perhaps a Bryn Mawr habit of leaping feet first into unknown depths and figuring things out on the way down. It was the most difficult thing I have ever done.
How to begin? I called my mother. I had worked in papier maché before, but thought a freehand copy would take too long. (That was wildly impossible anyway.) I had studied Greek sculpture and the particulars of our Athena. But I had to learn, again, that hands-on experience, not reading, is the bridge to technical mastery. My parents pulled me across. It was my mother's idea to make the initial shell in two halves to fit around a base. My father instructed me in the odorous work of fiberglassing and built the wooden armature.
When my scheme to fill the body with expanding insulation foam resulted mostly in blobs congealed to my forelocks, they shopped for packing "peanuts." As we consulted back and forth, I felt a deepening sadness at the thought of how much I had never bothered to learn from them.
In July 1996, I covered the chipped plaster torso in brand-name plastic wrap -- it wouldn't stick! -- then tin foil -- and molded a thin layer of wet plaster gauze over the folds of the tunic. When dry, the front and back shells were lifted away, reinforced with fiberglass, and joined around the armature. More layers of plaster gauze, papier maché and paper clay were sanded and varnished.
Almost exactly a year after the abduction, we unveiled Athena II in Thomas Great Hall to a crowd of cheering students. That evening, shaking off the all-nighter, caffeine-crazed exhilaration of finishing the project, I came back alone to have another look. Her head, which I had attached at 2 a.m., was off center; her arm was lumpy; and she had spread broader in the beam while lying on the floor of my garage. But the figure lit up in the far corner of the darkened hall was getting along just fine in spite of me.
Students had painted her lips with red glitter glue and covered her with votives -- a stack of handmade wreaths on her head; petitions for good grades, sunny weather and general luck stuck about her body; burning incense and candles at her feet; more flowers in jars and bouquets, textbooks, candy, aspirin, and a "Hello Kitty" mirror compact.
I joked to anyone who would listen that I worried about being struck down, if not by Athena's spear, then the scorn of a certain professor who specializes in Greek sculpture. I did strive for perfection. I do plan to reset her head some day and smooth the arm, but the truth is that unevenness is a part of her charm - and a reality of my life.
Photo information: The two halves of Athena's torso were sandwiched around a wooden base and armature. The head was made separately, set over the central post and joined at the neck to the rest of the figure -- the weight of the body, filled with foam peanuts, is supported from the shoulders.
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