At the bridge of the failed painter, I stoop and check the sagging timbers before placing one foot, then the other, on this sorry decrepitude. It cracks and pops like a first fleet ship, but the sounds are not ominous; more the rattled wheezing of an invalid friend. I proceed with care,sucking the thumb pricked on its splintery balustrade. Ahead, lies the gate and welltrod path and, branching like spider veins, the merest hints of tracks―overgrown, leading to a wilderness filled with possibilities. I stand and consider. Buttoning my duffel coat—a veteran of the moth wars, I step off the path, and into the weeds.
©L.M.Noonan
Mask II, Ron Mueck
I've posted about Ron Mueck's sculptures before...what's so special about this work?
Well--apart from the obvious--it's simply a head. It isn't a bust.
If like me you are intrigued pop over to the British Museum and watch a short video'
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It is the scale of the work that fascinates me. It is like he takes the ordinary and puts it into such a different context. How did you feel about them when you saw them?
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