I realized on the plane over, that Sculptures by the Sea, an event we’ve been going to for the last few years had already started. I sure hoped I would lose the jet lag soon enough to be able to see it. It’s fun to go each year and there had been some talk on the news that this might be its last year due to lack of funding.
It took awhile to get rested up, but we managed to go twice. It’s not the first time we’ve gone twice, honestly it takes a while to see all the entries.
Here are a few sculptures we were able to see…
This first one was a hit with all the children. Even with all the signs that asked politely that no one touch, it seemed few parents were capable of making their children obey this rule. It was called “Rolling the Earth” by Tae-Geun Yang,
SEQUINtial Reflections by Denise Pepper
A Gate of Wind by Tsutomu Matsunaga
Time After Time No. 2, by Cui Yi
Liar Liar Pants on Fire by Stephen Tepper
Women in Bronze, by Sonia Payes
The Circle Game by Akira Kamada
She Sells Sea Shells by Anne Neil ?
John helps me show Shifting Horizons by April Pine
Evi Savvaidi’s Sky is the Limit
Kim Bongsoo’sThoughts of Pinocchio This had to be the most popular sculpture at the beach. I like the boy looking up at the nose with people sitting on it.
Some people wondered what could Pinocchio’s thoughts be? Who is sitting on his nose? Some thought they could be politicians. Looking close, I couldn’t recognize anyone.
This was not a favorite of Johns, they had surrounded it with banksia flowers on the sand. I now wonder if it wasn’t the favorite of others, as I found no listing for the title and artist. It was fun to photograph at least, with the sunset coming through.
Ayad Alqaragholli’sAl-Mashoof (Marsh Boat)
As the sun goes down, and not knowing we’d be coming back, I had to quickly get some more sculptured photographed.
A partial view of Hu Quanchun’s Draw Houses Make Houses
Have our computers imprisoned us? Not sure what the artist was say. It’s Hamish McMillan’s Internment. We liked that the computer said, “Nice work Jeff”
As we made our way out, we couldn’t help but notice Janine McAullay Bott’s Vintage I Bush Truck
John liked the sign that was posted in front. (Not part of the exhibit, just a statement of Aussie truth.)