If I were pressed to pick my two favorite sculptures at this weekend’s Baltimore Artscape festival, I’d have to nominate the works below for their sheer awesomeness canny reference of the quotidian, as we say here in grad school.
One might mistake the latter for an ordinary tire swing, except for the painted slogan directing the viewer’s (or rider’s) attention to the movement of minds and bodies.
One might mistake the former for an ordinary circus peanut, except that it’s at least eight feet tall. If I were to lick only one sculpture for good luck this weekend, it would be this one.
