Melting hearts
Aug. 21st, 2006 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kickahaOn my drive to work, there is a rather nice house, set back aways from the road, on a pleasant piece of land. At the gate to the drive, there is a simple wooden post, and on top of that post, very soon after I started here, I saw an exquisite sculpture mounted.
It struck me because it was so amazingly *erotic*. Not obscene, not vulgar, but beautifully, incredible erotic. Two figures, a male and a female, intertwined in a pose something between a dance, an embrace, and a joining. Cast in what looked like weathered bronze, it made me want to drive up and just ask where they got it, whether they had made it, what the technique was...
A month ago, it disappeared. Just the post was left, and I wondered - was it vandals? Thieves? An offended neighbor? A legal ruling? Now I wanted to stop and ask what had happened to it, and express my own small sense of loss at this beautiful piece of sculpture that I had looked forward to each day.
A week ago, it reappeared.
It is now a dripping metal form, a macabre candle-dripping with only the barest of resemblance to the previous figures. They are still intertwined, but no longer in joy, but in anguish. This was obviously on purpose. I can only wonder now, what prompted this. Loss by death? Divorce?
I won't be stopping to ask, but I know that their loss is theirs, and mine is my own.
It struck me because it was so amazingly *erotic*. Not obscene, not vulgar, but beautifully, incredible erotic. Two figures, a male and a female, intertwined in a pose something between a dance, an embrace, and a joining. Cast in what looked like weathered bronze, it made me want to drive up and just ask where they got it, whether they had made it, what the technique was...
A month ago, it disappeared. Just the post was left, and I wondered - was it vandals? Thieves? An offended neighbor? A legal ruling? Now I wanted to stop and ask what had happened to it, and express my own small sense of loss at this beautiful piece of sculpture that I had looked forward to each day.
A week ago, it reappeared.
It is now a dripping metal form, a macabre candle-dripping with only the barest of resemblance to the previous figures. They are still intertwined, but no longer in joy, but in anguish. This was obviously on purpose. I can only wonder now, what prompted this. Loss by death? Divorce?
I won't be stopping to ask, but I know that their loss is theirs, and mine is my own.
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Date: 2006-08-22 11:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-22 01:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-22 03:15 pm (UTC)now *I* really want to know! what about *my* loss?! ;-)
seriously, though, nice writing. thanks for taking us there with you.
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Date: 2006-08-22 05:23 pm (UTC)M. and I have been going through old photographs, because we need the space and because the vast majority of the photographs in question are poorly conceived and incompetently executed. As I dumped the first round of culls (hundreds, possibly as many as a thousand prints) into the garbage can, it occurred to me to wonder what the garbage men would think when they saw this--discarding photographs is not something that happens in our society. Would they assume a death or divorce in the family? Would they see Liam playing in the yard and feel sorry for the little boy from the broken home?
Or would they just think, all right, that's the last can on this street. Only three more streets until I get to go home and take a flipping shower?