Jeffery Ackerman has literally modeled our Overlord in bronze. It is both an edifice and bust portraiture, half architectural and half living breathing being. It is a monument to confidence consisting of a pair of island sentinels, represented as stone and mortar structures built to take advantage of the curious chance that the orientation of two rock ledges happen to look like Neptune emerging for a cigar break. Thus he has identified his allegiance not so much with sea creatures, but rather the boardrooms of high finance, his lobster claw pincer showboating how tight a grip he is capable of inflicting on any competitor. Any hope for compassion from this being is lost in his expressionless visage, a cupola reminiscent of ones found on governmental capital buildings, churches or institutions, implying that our guy's noggin is just the tip of a massive iceberg.