Last week I took a lunch-time guided tour of the
Sculpture Garden at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. In the past, I've reported on visits to
Fondation Maeght (in St.-Paul-de-Vence last September) and the
Hirshhorn Sculpture Garden (in Washington DC last March) so it's only fitting that I post about a visit to a local sculpture venue. No, the MMFA is not in the same rank as the others, but still the tour was enjoyable.
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Jaume Plensa, Shadows II
stainless steel and granite, 2007 |
What is Plensa saying about text and the human form? That we become fully human through the use of language? That we shield ourselves with words?
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Joe Fafard, Claudia
bronze, 2003 |
One of the best things about sculpture gardens is that you're free to interact with (and yes, touch) the art. Fafard is a well-known Canadian sculptor who specializes in animals. When commissioned to fill a space in downtown Toronto, he produced seven monumental cows like this, titled
The Pasture, known impudently as "The Group of Seven."
Of course every sculpture garden must have its Jim Dine:
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Jim Dine, Three Hearts on a Rock
bronze, 2002 |
and its Henry Moore:
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Henry Moore, Large Totem Head
bronze, 1968 |
The Chihuly glass piece has pride of place on the steps of the Museum's original building. It was acquired through a large fundraising campaign. Fears of vandalism have proven unfounded, though the piece is disassembled every fall for winter storage. Plans are underway to construct a protective vitrine that will allow for year-round display.
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Dale Chihuly, The Sun
blown glass and steel, 2002 |
Montrealer David Altmejd is a favourite son, whose solo show at the
Musée d'Art Contemporain last summer broke all attendance records.
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David Altmejd, The Eye
bronze, 2010-2011 |
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David Altmejd, The Eye
bronze, 2010-2011 |
Can you see the large void in the torso?
When the tour ended, we walked west along Sherbrooke Street and came upon a lovely urban oasis, beside the Church of St Andrew and St. Paul. I have walked by this church hundreds of times, but I've never noticed its verdant hideaway.
With two tables for six at the far end of the gravel path, I hope my text'art group will be able to lunch there sometime soon.