I love Jim Dine's statue of Pinocchio in Citygarden. The puppet who wanted to be a real boy had a problem: every time he told a lie his nose grew longer. This image suggests there have been a couple of whoppers. But look at the posture, the gesture, the body language. Whatever he has said, he's proud of it and seeking adulation. What person, recently off the national stage, does this remind us of?
We must suffer a little bit longer. Although it's been unseasonably warm (again), little of novel interest is pushing its head through the earth.
Citygarden's plantings are designed in four tiers, reflecting the seasons and ecological zones of our region. Since I am someone from the streets of New York with a black thumb, I cannot tell you what this area represents, only that the first week of March is too early for Persephone to make her appearance.
Fluid motion in sculpture and landscaping at Citygarden in Tai-Chi Single Whip. Taiwanese sculptor Ju Ming is a student of the art and frequently uses it as a subject. I've posted lots of pictures from our large downtown sculpture garden but never this one (I think). It looks so much better twelve years after the park opened with mature foliage all around.
It has felt like spring in The Lou lately, and spring brings a long-established activity. I've gone sour on professional sports over time, what with subject turning mostly to money and marketing. However, I still have a soft spot for baseball. Memories of happy days in the uppermost rows of Yankee Stadium, when a kid could get in for what was in a kid's pocket. (No more!) My home city had deep baseball traditions and my adopted city does, too. No, I rarely go to games - the prices are extortionate. But once in a while I'll put on my red hat . . .
There is a pretty big real estate development across from Busch Stadium (more revenue, naturally), Ballpark Village, that has this little plaza laid out like a diamond. The inscription on these stairs is new this year. Fans stand and sing this song in the middle of the 7th inning game after game. It feels good: let me root, root, root for the Cardinals. If they don't win it's a shame.
Still in Bellefontaine Cemetery. Odd combination. The mossy one on the left might be older but together they look like they were doing the wave. Maybe it's just their dance moves.
