We went out to Cheekwood to the Edmondson exhibit. There are, maybe, ten pieces, but the other exhibit on the floor–of local high school kids–is really, really good, too, so it’s cool.
Still, I was hoping for more than one room.
The pieces are mostly statues but there is one headstone, which both the Butcher and I snickered over. I mean, can you imagine that moment when you discover that your grandma’s headstone is an invaluable piece of art? Sorry, Grandma, but we’re making a switch.
Anyway, the thing that stands out when you see the sculptures in person is how, while all the faces seem like mere suggestions and the clothes are all rock, stiff, all the women’s hair looks like you might touch it and find it soft.
I love Edmondson’s work. Let it not be said that government-funded art is a pointless endeavor; Edmondson is just one of many amazing WPA-funded artists.