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Art fans in my county can look at another example of artistic wrapping (see earlier example here) by driving on Route 2 north of Oregon, Ill., to see Lorado Taft’s “The Eternal Indian” statue, commonly referred to as the “Blackhawk Statue.” What looks intriguingly like a green monolith on a green hillside is actually the statue under protective wraps while it undergoes restoration work to repair cracking concrete. The picture below doesn’t give a sense of the statue’s scale, but it does focus on some of the disintegration:
Well, this isn’t really the work of Christo and Jeanne-Claude (or if it is, they’re keeping pretty quiet about it), but there is a fabric-covered cylinder where my town’s water tower used to be. There was some hissing noise coming from the direction of the tower once the curtain went up — the tower was taking a shower, perhaps?
Also, the fabric itself does present some aesthetic enjoyment as it rippled in the wind and as it was partially highlighted by the sun.
My suspicion is that this fabric was put up merely for practical reasons, but I like to find art wherever I can find it. (See other Ogle County unintentional art here.)
I recently found these drawings, marked August 1980, in the baby book my mom made for me.
It speaks either to my skill, or to my resemblance to my father, or both, but when my wife saw this drawing, she thought at first that it was depicting me.
I couldn’t now tell you why mom’s one eye is bigger and double-circled, and why her nose is so equilateral.
Her hair has been this short for most of the time I’ve known my grandmother, but, honestly, her hair has never had a lot of body.
OK, I really am not sure what’s going on with the chin-shading. I don’t recall my great-aunt having a beard, so I’m hoping this was just a shadow? Or maybe an oddly high turtleneck?
For a six-year-old, I did a decent job of representing the shapes of these faces in a way that somehow does remind me of these actual people.