I thought I'd feature some statues running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
These are much bigger than your average barnyard fowl, though. See that red arrow I so artfully drew on the image? There's a human lady under it. That's to give you an idea of the size of these sculptures. The lady comes up to about crotch height of the statue.
(I can say "crotch" on my blog, right?)
Where they're situated,there's a good view of the downtown Vancouver horizon, if the statues had heads, let alone eyes with which to see it. Nevertheless, they must have sensed something--some longing for a change of venue, of purpose in life-- because there was suddenly a movement, a surge, almost a galumphing of legs
as the statues moved en masse.
(It seems that one of them might have wet himself with excitement or fear,
judging from the little puddle on an otherwise dry plaza.)
I would say they were heading off in a new direction, save for the fact that, well, obviously,
they had no heads to heed.
I wonder if perhaps the heads just rusted right off. If they went off their heads at some point.
It seemed the feet weren't faring too well either.
But as I was contemplating their fate and thinking of recommending a good podiatrist,
everything went very bright and all the statues disappeared in a blinding flash,
save for one,
and I began to fear what might befall the rest of the city...
(Note: Walking Figures byMagdalena Abakanowicz (Warsaw, Poland) were part of the Vancouver Bienale in 2009/10. For further information, visit this website)