This image reminds me of a park across the road from where I live. It’s aptly called Sculpture Park. There are many arty types of seating, such as the one in the photograph. None are made for the seater’s comfort, but are mainly conversation pieces. One is shaped like a woman and her hand as the seat. It’s called Mother’s love for some reason.
The one piece I do like in the park is a group of statues. The whole is supposed to depict a group of middle aged tourists. There are three portly, short men and two women. They stand about three or four feet tall, dressed in shorts and brightly coloured shirts, sun glasses, caps and hats. I used to take my granddaughter to this park when she was two years old and she always enjoyed the statues. She is thirty six years old now and her children climb on ‘The Tourists,’ shoulders and have their photographs taken.
Art, whether useful, beautiful or as the seat in the photo is, brutal, it certainly makes us stop and think and comment.