I’m in the process of bringing my two blogs together on this one. I’ve been spreading myself too thinly, of late. So, some previous posts from Inner Child will appear on here. This is one of them.
On my latest trawl of the internet to find interesting art installations I found this. On his website, Scottish sculptor Rob Mulholland has this to say about his amazing sculptures at the David Marshall Lodge, Aberfoyle, Scotland click here for more information.
“Scottish sculptor Rob Mulholland has created a ghostly art installation in the woodland walk at the David Marshall Lodge in Scotland titled Vestige. Originally intended to be temporary, the six mirrored life-size silhouettes (three men and three women) have been so popular that they are now to become a permanent fixture in the previously inhabited woodlands. Mulholland’s idea behind the installation seems twofold: 1) to create a vestige of the people who once occupied the land until following World War I, when they were re-located while forests were planted to generate timber and; 2) to make people ‘reflect’ upon man’s impact on the nature.
The almost imperceptible sculptures camouflaged by their surroundings have an eerie quality that has been compared by many to the predator in the 1980s film of the same name that seamlessly blends into its surroundings.”
He has also made a short video to give you a taster of his work and how it sits in the beautiful landscape.
I haven’t seen this installation in person, but certainly from the beautiful images, which first caught my attention and the beautifully shot video ( along with one of my favourite songs) I would certainly visit, if I got the chance.
I think it’s a fitting way to honour the former communities of this part of the forests and woodlands, that were displaced by the First World War and the need for fast growing timber.
Certainly to me, the sculptures come across as glassy ghosts that still inhabit the remains of their well-loved crofts and settlements in the forests.
I can almost imagine myself crunching through the undergrowth of the forest, taking in the heady scent of the pine and other trees; and suddenly encountering a transparent ghost. I’d feel the cold, glassy surface and look at the world beyond, or behind: through the ghostly, silent figure. (Whether it be on to a summer’s, lush forest, an autumnal flash of amazing colour, a slowly – waking spring vision, or a bed of beautiful, pure snow.) A figure that haunts its former home and connected with it so much, that it is content to remain. A reminder of what once was and how man lived in this landscape.
I hope you enjoyed exploring these sculptures as much as I did and thanks for stopping by here.
Until the next time.
A middle-aged woman going on about this and that!
Chris Breebaart Photography - finding stories
Thoughts on life, writing, creativity and magic
The work and activities of a writer/bargee
thoughts, product reviews, travels, and more
A blog dedicated to flora, fauna and all the wonderful things in nature.
Travel and fictional tales
Original Pictures from Nouvelle Aquitaine
JUST A THOUGHT FROM ME TO YOU
Lance Greenfield - Night Writer
Observations & Reflections from Home & Abroad from the Side-Kick Traveller
Let your mind out of its cage.
John Field's blog