On the path that leads to Marianne Kolb's studio, two female mannequins stand with their arms akimbo. These approximate women are unclothed in that disconcerting nude color that's meant to mimic caucasian skin. Their lips are painted red, their eyes are staring up at something that makes them smile. They aren't Kolb's muses—real people are, the ones she meets on her daily walks— but they do point toward the den of an offbeat imagination that's expressing itself in acrylic paint, gesso and rust.

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