Saturday 28 August 2010

Ibis


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.

7 comments:

Beth said...

Oh! How softly beautiful these curves, and the patina too!

marja-leena said...

Oh yes, just lovely. Nice photos. The one in your link also makes me think of a female torso.

Zhoen said...

Copper turning blue
Application of oxides.
Restful to our eyes.

Loren said...

Beautiful sculpture.

Fire Bird said...

oh i love this. where is it?

Fire Bird said...

oh i see, it's by the Serpentine... sorry, a bit slow there...

Vivien said...

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.