The Sculpture is Gone!
First of all, let me say I'd been meaning to post this all last week, but as you can judge from Leann's earlier posts about Halloween chocolates, Pumpkin Spice Truffles, and Winter Hot Chocolate, things here have been quite busy! But I was determined to share this before all the leaves have fallen and snow is on the ground – which feels increasingly like it could be any day now.
On Monday the 29th, the charming sculpture that had been on display here at 750 Pine Street for the South End Art Hop was gone! I wasn't alarmed, however. It happens every year. Each September, Lake Champlain Chocolates hosts a sculpture that is entered in the Outside Juried Show. The work is placed in the southwest corner of the lawn, tucked up from the sidewalk in a (typically) sunny spot near the front entrance. These sculptures put art literally right outside our door for all to appreciate. Personally, it puts me in touch with pieces that I may not have encountered otherwise.
And then one day late in the month they’re gone.
This year's piece completely enchanted me. From the moment I saw its whimsical design and vibrant colors, I wanted to know more about it. I asked myself all the important questions,
What was it called? Who made it? How was it created?
And can you really sit on that tractor seat?
It wasn't until I read Marc Awodey’s informative write-up in Seven Days newspaper that I had a better appreciation for the piece and the artist himself. After reading what James Irving intriguingly said about his sculpture, "Wishbone", my curiosity was completely piqued. So after several days of "wishing" – hah – to sit on the springy seat, my coworker Christine and I went investigating. The sun was bright but the air had the first chilly notes of fall in it. "Maybe sitting on the seat makes the ball spin," Christine had wondered earlier.
It felt strange to be approaching a piece of art and actually getting to touch it and *gasp* sit on it. But sit we did. The tractor seat bounced and swayed a bit, and we had to hang on with both hands, especially when leaning backwards. Cars passed out on Pine Street. Maybe some people wondered what we were up to. But we had fun. We came. We sat. We rocked. Thank you, James Irving.
No pictures exist of this experience, but I took a few of the piece itself (below) on the Friday before it was carted off.
"Wishbone" certainly added a daily dose of color and whimsy throughout the mellow month of September.