'We have a machine that can shrink things,' Arthur told the lady, whose name was Ms Hawkins. […] 'We need something for them to go behind and it needs a hole in it big enough for the funnel on my resizer.'

[…] sodainly there descended before him, as his face was bent towards the earth, an Angell, whose wings had glorious Pennons, and whose face glistered as the beames of the Sunne,

I'm fascinated by the relatively small ice balls in the very outer part of the solar system. I have often wondered what bodies lay out there fainter than 17th magnitude, the limit of the plates I took at Lowell Observatory. May I suggest we call this new class of objects Kuiperoids?

The sculpture is a life-size depiction of the unattributed 1932 photograph, which shows a group of 11 ironworkers above the Rockefeller Center construction site.