Today we went to visit Jupiter Artland in Edinburgh - a new contemporary sculpture park set in a 80 acre area of woodland and park around Bonnington House which opened in May.
It was a wonderful place to visit - there are the big names represented - Ian Hamilton Finlay, Charles Jenks, Andy Goldsworthy - dong what they do, but it was actually a couple of artists that I hadn't heard of before that I was most impressed with.
Laura Ford's Weeping Girls is a series of 5 life size tamtrumming girls - all wild hair and dramatic posture Modelled in wax and cast in metal. They are set in a still dark part of the wood and are amazingly atmospheric - perhaps particularly to people who have girls!
The other piece that I really liked was Shane Waltner's Over Here - a knitted net strung between two beech trees overlooking a meadow Like a shimmering spider's web.
Another thing going for the venue was it's cafe a lot shinier than ours - with a little pink booth
and great cakes.
Hi Jane. I love that sculpture; so atmospheric as is the speder's web. Glad to hear you are busy although it is a juggling trick with the holidays isn't it? Ours have this last week to go and I am already worrying about it instead of seeing it as the great time it usually is x
Posted by: Pipany | July 13, 2009 at 07:15 AM
fantastic - this looks worthy of an artist's date! thank you cx
Posted by: caireen | July 13, 2009 at 11:57 AM
It is a fantastic place - and there are lots of workshops and events listed on the website.
J x
Posted by: snapdragonjane | July 13, 2009 at 01:58 PM
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