A very ludic arrangement and a glorious solution to a broken figurine. I cannot say more, so I will only quote Björk's song,Venus As A Boy
his wicked sense of humour / suggests exciting sex / his fingers focus on her / touches, he's venus as a boy
he believes in beauty / he's venus as a boy
he's exploring / the taste of her
arousal / so accurate
he sets off / the beauty in het / he's venus as a boy
he believes in beauty / he's venus as a boy
Devil on the rooftop, kicking up snow. Hammer in hand, and wings all aglow. Sparks from his head, leaping to flight. Stealing through souls in the perilous night.
The Tileman, waving to his compadres and greeting all guests. And.. is that cake in his hand? He fits right in to his surroundings, as if the space had been waiting for his presence. How wonderful to have all these little people populating your tiny square of the city forest.
A man of mortar and brick, and another denizen of the House of Small Statues. Looks like he'll survive the next earthquake, never notice it, just continue to guard his corner of the yard. His tile cap bill is a nice touch. Is he actually the gardener?
House of Small Statues, Part Last
House of Small Statues, Part Four
There's a house with a yard full of figurines hiding on a crooked street in Madrona, very near a pocket park inhabited by a multitude of plum trees. Little stone men, cats, crocodiles, baseball players and devils. Wood, stone, brick and what appear to be colored machine cogs of some sort. It's a lovely hidden spot populated by protector spirits, all hand-made. This one is a favorite-- the river-stone doorway guardian, carefully constructed, a dependable sentinal. The house and garage are also decorated, and I'll be posting more images here soon.
House of Small Statues, Part Last
House of Small Statues, Part Four
