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The Return of Maid Marian

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Published: Jul 31, 2012

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The Return of Maid Marian: I can remember when I wasn't awake. Sleeping in a position that hardly seems comfortable, I watched the world pass me by. I can remember a time when a girl showing the slightest bit of ankle was a called a harlot. I can remember the days of moonshine and speakeasies. I lived in once. The people you saw there were fascinating, if not for their life stories, but because of the disparate stations in life they came from. I remember war bond sales and, much later, I recall protests against a war. I remember that undergraduate student who rammed his motorbike into my left elbow. That left a gash that, to this day, persists. I can remember young couples in the park, enjoying the afternoon sunshine. I can also remember young lovers enjoying more than just the moon at the witching hour. I can remember plenty from when I was asleep, if you will. Nothing compares, though, to the day I finally woke up.

For as long lived as I am, there are many memories that stand out in my consciousness. The day I finally found the ability to move, to open my eyes and see was a day in which all the little details come back to me in perfect detail. There the hot dog vendor who watching as I tentatively moved an arm. There was the Women's Studies Professor gasping as I moved off my pedestal. There was a fair wind, but I recall not feeling it in my hair, because my hair was stiff. I can recall the smell of the pansies that adorned the square around my pedestal.

I remember feeling the warm stone beneath my feet and wondering why I was able to feel that. I also wondered why I was able to feel at all. It is still a mystery to me, and to everyone else. I have been studied by scientists to all ends and they know little more than I do. What I do know is that I can feel, I can sense, and smell, touch, taste, and see. And what I see is a world bereft of beauty.

One day, I hope to answer all the questions concerning my existence. Until then, I work as a model for a local university and sometimes pose in fountains for local charities. It's fun and I get paid a small fortune for my work. This keeps my flush with clothes I hardly wear and food I rarely eat. As a living statue, I am flawless and I find no need to be modest about my body. (Maybe this is why I have so many admirers…?)

I woke up without any identity, but the students call me Maid Marian, after the duchess from the fictional tale "Robin Hood." How that pertains to me, I do not know, but I have read the story and it is rather gripping. Maybe it is because I am so poised all the time? Well, I am a statue, so that is a small occupational hazard. Or maybe it is because of my beauty? I am uncertain, but I like the name all the same.

I wanted to make another render of this beautiful lady:

I did something a little different with this version of Maid Marian.
Outside of texturing techniques and and a new lighting scheme, I also gave Miss Marian a smile.
There's also fewer reflections in this render.
Can you tell?
Okay, fuck it, I went nuts with reflections on this one.

3 Dimensional Art©Steven Ambrose Moncivais

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2550x4200px 6.31 MB

Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License

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Will you please make her nude?