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.
Oh! How softly beautiful these curves, and the patina too!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, just lovely. Nice photos. The one in your link also makes me think of a female torso.
ReplyDeleteCopper turning blue
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Restful to our eyes.
Beautiful sculpture.
ReplyDeleteoh i love this. where is it?
ReplyDeleteoh i see, it's by the Serpentine... sorry, a bit slow there...
ReplyDeleteThis 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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