I like sculpture, sculpture that can be touched, as if touching it helps to know it’s meaning. One of my favorite pieces resides in Cleveland, The Free Stamp. Perhaps I like it because so many despise it, but the message intrigues me.
In Philly ( Philadelphia ) I came across this sculpture. It’s an actual plane, first a submarine bomber, then a firefighting plane and now…
Weapons of war have a beauty in them, a savage efficiency. Here on the street it’s peaceful,just right.
Maybe there is something to swords into plowshares after all.