On a recent visit to LA I visited some old sculptures which have traveled very far. This started me thinking about sculptures on the road…
Art must open out and fill our hearts, whether with emotions, thought or spirit.
Rarely rarely comest thou, O Spirit of Delight – and believes in livening us up rather than dragging us down. Philosophy of letter forms or not, it matters little.
I felt that massive great sculptures had much less sense of space than the illusion of space in a painting. And they even change very little as you walk around them.