Category: Statues
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The crazy thing about time is that it can hide an entire building. A big old brick building on the corner, dwelling place of many and site of shops frequented by many more, can be utterly obscured by history’s shroud. How? All it takes is absence: no camera pointed that direction, no images kept in…
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Joe Wood, the famous wooden baseball player statue which stood resolutely before myriad tobacconists and saloons in old Rochester had a cousin: a jocular, rotund likeness of Samuel Pickwick from The Pickwick Papers written by Charles Dickens. The statue of Pickwick stood out front of a tobacconist on East Main Street, with his hand full…
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I’ll admit that I tend to shy away from topics that have been covered in more depth by far more adept historians than myself, and those topics which are more well-known by the general Rochesterian public. After all, I pretend to have neither any sort of special insight into history nor access to any special…
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Sign of the STEAMING tea-kettle. The word caught my eye. “Steaming”. Did the tea kettle actually steam? I had to know more. Why, you ask? If you’re a regular reader, I admonish you; you should know better than to ask me why I need to know more. That’s what this is all about. If this…
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It is as inspiring as it is slightly unnerving how the work of an artist’s hands can go on existing for so long after the artist has left us. The act of bringing sculptures and paintings into the world is one of planting seeds of trees under whose shade one may never sit. The artist,…