Friday, 23 July 2010
we never went away
However, I was rather taken with this sculpture I spied across a field. After the students in our charge got bored with clambering over it and ran off to find something far more interesting, I managed to take a photo of it.
Now, I don't know about you, but it rather struck me as a sort of rustic, pre-lapsarian version of "Invasion of the Body Snatchers". I imagined some old farm hand rushing in to the local inn in the manner of Kevin McCarthy in the 1956 version screaming, "They're here already! You're next! You're next!" What on Earth are those giant grey,concrete cashews/marrows all about? Where is the sense of scale? What else can they be but pods being carted off across the wilds of East Anglia? It would explain so much . . .
I remember my mother having a similar porcelain horse and attached wooden cart on a shelf in our house as an ornament. This one, however was a life-size Suffolk Punch and cart (plus pods). It stands as a reminder that this planet has indeed been visited before. We're not alone.
*"Sir! Sir! (referring to some amusing graffiti) There's a knob on this chair."
"You really need to improve your self esteem, Smith"