It’s things like this, scattered around the world, these remnants of our earlier civilizations and our earliest incarnations and our earliest selves and our walking and talking with the arts and our pictures of ourselves and the world around us that I find fascinating. Because we haven’t changed that much, have we?
Tag: sculpture
Sunday
Friday
I must be a complete weirdo because this is reminiscent of a bird; the shape, the strata, the overall… it’s very birdlike. I enjoy the variegation of the color and the texture and mixed media weaving throughout the piece. It’s actually much larger in scale than it looks in the photo, and up close is much more fascinating. I adore everything about this.
Thursday
Wednesday
I fucking fangirl frakking puffy heart this glass sculpture like omg whoa. It looks like a block of lousy blue glass but it’s so much more than that. If you get all the way down by the right corner and peer up, you can see through the center open trapezoidal space of the piece (as I tried to do in the second photo and failed miserably because I couldn’t get the angle because of a damn wall in my way). It’s an amazing use of spatial compositional balance, and when the sun streams down in through the glass and catches the bubbles? Bellissimo!
Tuesday
Monday
Sunday
Saturday
This is another one of those problematic American sculptures that smacks of institutional racism but at the same time is breathtakingly beautiful for what it is and the sheer bloody talent that went into the piece. It isn’t ideal, nor is it idealized except in the artist’s eyes, and it should be said as such. In fact, the features are over-exaggerated in a way that even the ancients would likely have cringed at and thrown away; instead, it is an approximation of an approximation and rather more like an idealized caricature of a female form than any idealization of a modernization. It even has a bit of the post-impressionism expressionism or slightly pre-Art Deco about it without really managing to be any of those things.