You cherry-bombed your black-lit bedroom.
—-Cate McGowan, Cherry Bomb
Cherry Bomb, Nic Noblique, 2010, Dallas, Texas
Always nice to have a sculpture and a flash fiction piece share a name.
Read it here:
from TSS Publishing – Excellence in Short Fiction
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“We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.”
― King of Thorns
Birth II, by Arthur Williams, Dallas, Texas
Over the years, I’ve written about the sculpture that used to sit near the Lover’s Lane DART station – 2013, Egg – then 2019, A First Crack Reaching , and finally 2019, Birth II,
I found the sculpture referenced in a book I have on Texas sculpture and discovered it was called Birth II and was by a man named Arthur Williams.
The area is being extensively redone, and the sculpture disappeared – I wrote about that too Earthly and Mechanical Paraphernalia
I figured that was it – all she wrote.
But in the last few days I have been getting comments on my Birth II blog post. The sculptor’s son messaged me to say his father was retired from sculpting and teaching after losing his studio and work in hurricane Katrina, but was still alive and doing well. That was cool
And then I received a message from a representative from the University Crossing Public Improvement District. The sculpture had been donated to the district, and is being restored. “It’s planned to be placed behind The Highland Hotel at the base of the Mockingbird bridge here in Dallas.”
There is a little piece of green space along the bike trail – I hope that is where it is placed.
That is so cool. I hope to be able to go down the the ribbon cutting.
Mockingbird Pedestrian Bridge
“What action would not be futile, when a man could look upon his own aged, yellowed skull? Better they should enjoy their temporary lives, while they still had them to enjoy.”
― The Skull
Smoker Trailer(detail), Braindead Brewing, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
“When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy.”
― The Picture of Dorian Gray
Braindead Brewing, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.”
― Julius Caesar
My Giant cargo/commuter/ex-mountain bike and Cherry Bomb, sculpture, by Nic Noblique, Uptown, Dallas, Texas
“I would like to say to those who think of my pictures as serene, whether in friendship or mere observation, that I have imprisoned the most utter violence in every inch of their surface.”
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Artwork, Dallas Area Rapid Transit Spring Valley Station, Richardson, Texas
Dallas Area Rapid Transit Spring Valley Station, Richardson, Texas
“There is some of the same fitness in a man’s building his own house that there is in a bird’s building its own nest. Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged? But alas! we do like cowbirds and cuckoos, which lay their eggs in nests which other birds have built, and cheer no traveler with their chattering and unmusical notes. Shall we forever resign the pleasure of construction to the carpenter?”
― Walden
Awakening, Part of the Traveling Man series of sculptures, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Travelling Man… and a jet, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Travelling Man – sculpture east of Downtown Dallas
Bike Riders under the Travelling Man
Travelling Man, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Tourists reflected in a metal bird. Travelling Man Sculpture, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
The Travelling Man (two versions)
Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
“You wake from dreams of doom and–for a moment–you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love’s calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.”
― Markings
Paths, Steinunn Thorarinsdottir, Arts District, Dallas, Texas
“I always thought they were fabulous monsters!” said the Unicorn. “Is it alive?”
“It can talk,” said Haigha, solemnly.
The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said, “Talk, child.”
Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: “Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too! I never saw one alive before!”
“Well, now that we have seen each other,” said the Unicorn, “if you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you. Is that a bargain?”
― Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
Winged Unicorn, Grapevine, Texas
Crikey! I’ve lost my mojo!
—-Austin Powers, The Spy Who Shagged Me
Micro Macro Mojo, Sculpture by Ed Carpenter, Richardson, Texas
