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Monday, May 16, 2011

Sculpture and Parade Lions

It doesn't have to be serious to be sculpture.

I planned on a focused series on sculpture and the garden this month. Between daily visits with my fragile 87 year old mother in law, broken plumbing and damaged floors, that's not going to happen.

Instead I'm going with the flow and letting myself be surprised with the posts that do show up.
Not what you expect to see in a back yard!

Picking up the new toilet from the warehouse, I saw the king of the jungle across the street!

Peering through the gates, I couldn't stop laughing.
Why does changing the scale of something make even a foam lion magical and funny?

This is also a good example of how a great paint job makes a mediocre carving work. The bitter truth is that color trumps form every time.


Put the emphasis where it's needed most, on the face, with good color and the rest, like that big sloppy seam across the chest, is given a free pass.


Turns out this noble beast represents George Morlan Plumbing Supply in parades. 

Wouldn't it be wonderful if more companies sponsored sculpture?
A noble beast amidst the broken toilets.

5 comments:

kara rane said...

great insight on color.

Deb said...

Oy the hair - paint over my eyes!
It was certainly the bane of that sculptor.
-It used to fry computer simulators as well. When the movie 'Monsters inc' came out, I ignored the simple plot and character development. I was mesmerized by the tera-flop hair simulation. Even now, it's too expensive for most movies.
-Deb

Cindy Michaud said...

I appreciate the laugh...and your attitude in finding it!

Patrick Gracewood said...

Cindy, any thing is worth a laugh and wonder after tearing up rotten flooring and a bad toilet!

Deb, Have you seen Rango? What got me was how beautiful the color palette was and how the pupils of the eyes dialated with the characters.

Kara, I don't have the like it to use it. I've saved many a quickie sculpture with a good paint job. It's the essence of a lot of mexican and indonesian folk art.

Laurel said...

I love that he lives there during his non-parade hours, regally guarding over the discarded pile of toilets fixtures. Good to know he's there. What a drab, sad envivonment otherwise. Thanks Patrick!