Greetings from the belly of the beast!
I went exploring with The Kiddo and some friends the other day. We came across a couple of elephant statues left over from a sculptures-on-parade event that took place years ago. They seem sort of forgotten now, ‘tho they still add some visual interest to the street where they’ve been put out to pasture.
When they first came out, I remember wanting to get out to see all of the animal statues. There was a map to follow and you could tick off each site in a nice, neat organized fashion. I efficiently made the rounds, and as I recall, put a pretty good dent in the list. But I’d be hard-pressed to remember much of the artistic experience I had.
Anyway, the other day, we were all gathered around the elephant statues, taking them in. The Kiddo and his friend, who were a little lower to the ground than us grown folks, examined one of the beasts and exclaimed “there’s a hole under here!”
And before we knew it, the kids had gotten all swallowed up in the art.