And I love him
No No Wait
And now I need to throw everything else out and make some sculptures.
Don’t you think we should all travel around on this?
Just trotting along, out in the open, with the breeze in your hair and fresh air on your face and a little porthole to escape to when it rains. Which, of course, it needs to every now and then to water the flower.
This, however, albeit colourful and fascinating, looks a little crowded. I’d rather watch those people speed by frantically as I casually guide my humongous dog coach thing down the country lanes.
(Note: Always take the back roads if you can. Not as many accidents).
They’ll probably get there faster, but one of them, namely the woman in the purse, has definitely left something behind on the kitchen table at home.
She’s out of luck as he’s not stopping anytime soon.
And this man
definitely needs to pack a little lighter.
Else he’ll have a heart attack before he reaches wherever he’s running away to.
(Bless him. I feel worried for him now. I think his wife’s been nagging him a day longer than he can cope with).
Perhaps he should think about getting a horse.
Definitely needs to avoid the angry fish though.
And here are some other sculptures by him, just to make you feel really grumpy, but in that great, oh my god, look how wonderful, wish I was as good as him, way.
(O.K. so that’s not so great. Kind of depressing really – in that, oh my god I might as well give up now, way).
This last one reminds me a little of one of my favourite sculptures that resides in the Tate Gallery in London. You know, the one that just stands there waiting for you to come across it and stop in your tracks just to stare at it in wonder.
Prepare yourself to say Oh My God.
Look at it.
(Do you think it would fit on my mantle?)