Another Time…
The more I see this sculpture, the more I think part of my attachment to it is that I can’t completely control the encounter.
The sculpture stays exactly where it is, doing exactly the same thing, but the experience of it is never quite the same. The tide, weather, light and sea decide what I get that day and, strangely, how I feel about it.
There’s something I really like about that. Particularly when so much of what we experience now can be previewed, planned and viewed on demand.
I never quite know which version of him I’m going to get.
Notes from Margate.
