In the middle of a quiet art conservation workshop, a bewitching, yet disturbing fossilised sculpture--a mysterious remnant of 16th-century New England's dark past--stares the room with a set of penetrating blank eyes. However, even though this fearsome representation of a female adjudicator seems frozen in time, somehow, its emanating black force that pulsates from within, gives the impression that the possessed protector is ready to smite the carelessly insolent at any time. But, of course, this can't be true. It's only a statue.
—Nick Riganas