Thank you.
Perhaps this shows a famous French artist I simply don’t recognize? There must be a reason for this garden decoration.
Your comment describes the spot very well, btw.
This photo reminds me of something – of some places – that I’ve been. Including the garden behind the house where I grew up, a million years ago, that was filled with statues’ heads, staring somewhere only they could see…
I like it.
As far as the good person or bad person dichotomy, well, it’s like Eleanor Roosevelt said –
“A mature person is one….who has learned that there is both good and bad in all people”
Your statue – your subject – has them both within, I think. The question is….does he know it? :-)
The heads weren’t frightening at all when I was young. They seemed natural, normal – how the world should be. I was really surprised when I discovered that other children didn’t have gardens full of strange foliage and statues, since I thought everyone did.
And sorry to be redundant but….I really like this photograph.
Neither, but at least you’re a head.
This was at the owners’ part of our gîte. I wonder if this shows someone I should know …
Not a person, just an image of a forgotten person left out in the back weedy garden. This is hardly a place of great honor. Strong photo.
Thank you.
Perhaps this shows a famous French artist I simply don’t recognize? There must be a reason for this garden decoration.
Your comment describes the spot very well, btw.
This photo reminds me of something – of some places – that I’ve been. Including the garden behind the house where I grew up, a million years ago, that was filled with statues’ heads, staring somewhere only they could see…
I like it.
As far as the good person or bad person dichotomy, well, it’s like Eleanor Roosevelt said –
“A mature person is one….who has learned that there is both good and bad in all people”
Your statue – your subject – has them both within, I think. The question is….does he know it? :-)
For a child these heads must have been frightening. I would have been frightened.
Hmm, that’s not Puccini, isn’t it?
Not sure if it’s Puccini or not….. :-)
The heads weren’t frightening at all when I was young. They seemed natural, normal – how the world should be. I was really surprised when I discovered that other children didn’t have gardens full of strange foliage and statues, since I thought everyone did.
And sorry to be redundant but….I really like this photograph.
With some afterthought: yes, it’s the grown-up’s mind that makes this head creepy.
Must have been wonderful – the garden of your childhood.