I am sure that I never appreciated sculpture as an art form until I came to Europe. Certainly there are public statues and monuments in Australia, there are art prizes for sculpture,and the usual controversies about whether modern pieces are really art! Aside from the annual Sculpture by the Sea exhibition, along the cliff side walks of Sydney’s Eastern Suburb beaches which I have enjoyed, I don’t remember having an emotional connection with much Australian sculptural work. In the streets of Italy, France and England public areas are filled with massive marble and bronzes of Gods, Kings, Generals everywhere.
Shown are sculptural works from 3 millennia and from all the countries I have visited so far. In the Musee D’orsy there were rows and rows of magnificent works, even in their rigid immobility expressing emotions better than a painting or photograph because of their three dimensional character. Unfortunately photography is forbidden – but I got a shot from the upper level where there are hundreds of Expressionist and Post Expressionist paintings to include here last. The second last image is a work by Henry Moore, sitting with the Serpentine River in the background in Hyde Park, London.