I feel like this should come with poetry. The soft blue sheen on the bronze that seems to drift up from the lake and turn everything bluey-bronzey. These long, singing curves and shy, endless beak. Still thinking of beak and stillness, waiting to pounce, when this creature rose up at the other end of the lake - the mythical version. What a lovely statue. It is poetry. The pictures must be their own song.
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Oh! How softly beautiful these curves, and the patina too!
Oh yes, just lovely. Nice photos. The one in your link also makes me think of a female torso.
Copper turning blue
Application of oxides.
Restful to our eyes.
Beautiful sculpture.
oh i love this. where is it?
oh i see, it's by the Serpentine... sorry, a bit slow there...
This sculpture really has the essence of this mythical bird - nothing about it is slightly twee or cosy, as in the sort of little statue you might find in a gift shop.
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