I got on the train at a station near Miller Theatre. The first piece of art you see is Atropos Key by Hannah Stewart (1928-2010) on top of the hill in front of the theater.
Hannah Stewart, Atropos Key, 1972, cast bronze
This sculpture has been keeping watch from this hill for 42 years. For me it recalls surrealist sculpture, and with the Greek mythological reference (Atropos is one of the fates), it has a Jungian thing going on.
Hannah Stewart, Atropos Key, 1972, cast bronze
I like Atropos Key a lot. This abstract female figure, watching down both sides of the hill--into the theater and over towards Main Street, is a comforting presence.
Yvonne Domenge, Wind Waves, painted bronze
The next piece you see is one of the temporary pieces. Wind Waves by Yvonne Domenge is another bronze sculpture. Atropos Key feels hand-made and feels like it belongs where it is. That's probably because I've been seeing it there for so long, but the contrast between it and Wind Waves couldn't be more obvious. Originally shown at the Vancouver Biennial in 2009-2011, Wind Waves is a piece of plop art that has no particular relationship to the location it happens to be occupying for a year or two. It's a generic beautiful object, eye-catching and pretty but empty. I don't hate it--it's too generic in fact to invite any emotion at all.
Next up is the Pioneer Memorial at one end of the reflecting pool. This is also pretty generic, but it's the kind of thing you expect to see in a city's central municipal park.
By the way, this message in the train really applies to your whole life.
There us an area by the playground where two sets of tracks run parallel. We will return on the other track.
The park was full of people on Saturday. Families, kids, teenagers, joggers, strollers, cops (lots of them for some reason) and this gentleman taking a nap near the intersection of Main and Cambridge.
Then the train approaches a green shed--the location of the next piece of art.
Trenton Doyle Hancock, Destination Mound Town, 2014, vinyl installation
Trenton Doyle Hancock created a piece, Destination Mound Town, specifically for this site. It's meant to be seen from the moving train, and it is especially meant to be seen by kids. (But adults can dig it. I wanted to ride the train again to see more details.)
Trenton Doyle Hancock, Destination Mound Town, 2014, vinyl installation
Trenton Doyle Hancock, Destination Mound Town, 2014, vinyl installation
Trenton Doyle Hancock, Destination Mound Town, 2014, vinyl installation
Trenton Doyle Hancock, Destination Mound Town, 2014, vinyl installation
Trenton Doyle Hancock, Destination Mound Town, 2014, vinyl installation
When we exited the tunnel, the kid behind me shouted, "Cool!" That is the perfect critical judgment.
Patrick Dougherty, untitled, sticks
As the train crosses McGovern Lake, you come across the next work of temporary art, an untitled twig building made by Patrick Dougherty and 150 volunteers. Like Hancock's piece, this seems like a perfect piece for the park. It's interactive (you can enter the building) and likely to appeal to a broad cross-section of park-goers. Especially kids. In fact, people who interact it may not see it as a piece of art at all.
Patrick Dougherty, untitled, sticks
Patrick Dougherty, untitled, sticks
Patrick Dougherty, untitled, sticks
Patrick Dougherty, untitled, sticks
Patrick Dougherty, untitled, sticks
To me, it's obviously a piece of art. The way the saplings are made to flow in certain directions are clearly esthetic decisions. But I don't mind it if other people see it instead as kind of an elaborate piece of playground equipment. (I don't know if Patrick Dougherty would agree.)
Now we cross by the other end of the reflecting pool, where we can see the Sam Houston Monument (1924) by Enrico Filiberto Cerracchio. Bronze monuments to hero/founders are the ultimate municipal art cliche, but I'd feel something was lacking if a park like Hermann Park didn't have one. It helps identify the park as a civic space. And Sam Houston was a cool guy.
The name of this train is the Dr. Jack Express. I have no idea who Dr. Jack is.
Jim Love, Portable Trojan Bear, 1974, pine and steel
Jim Love's Portable Trojan Bear has been here since 1984. This is another piece that seems to waver between being an artwork and being a piece of playground equipment. Like so much of Love's work, it's cute and lovable--qualities that probably kept him from being taken seriously as an artist outside of Houston. But Houston loves him--you can see a couple of his pieces next door at Rice University, the wonderful plane at Hobby Airport, and until very recently, a lovely giant red jack at the Menil.
Jim Love, Portable Trojan Bear, 1974, pine and steel
And that's it. All photos were taken from the train in motion--I apologize if a few are a bit fuzzy and poorly composed. I hope the additional sculptures being installed for this centennial celebration will also be visible from the train. I'd love another excuse to ride it again.
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