In fact, the amazing object is a natural concretion! I have seen smaller clay "figures" like this that appear as rounded carvings, but this one is two feet tall or more. It's really quite beautiful, don't you think?
We did eventually get to the V&A, the largest museum of the decorative arts and design, where we enjoyed several exhibits. Kevin appreciated the work of ceramics artist Rachel Kneebone with her piece "399 days." The museum statement says that the sculpture captures movement and flux in a medium that is traditionally static. I can't say that she won me over, but her work was interesting, and the curators made a good choice to place it with the Renaissance and medieval statuary.
The most moving piece in the V&A to me, however, was this display of mould-blown wingless glass birds by Turkish artist Felekşan Onar. Titled "Perched," the installation refers to the Syrian refugees in Istanbul, grounded in a foreign city, with nowhere to fly.
Early in our stay, we finally made it to the Museum of London. It had been closed on one of our visits, and at other times we simply were too pressed to include it. Tracing the history of London from prehistoric times to the modern era, the museum paints a fascinating portrait of the city.
I am always fascinated by Roman ruins, no matter how many places that I have encountered them, so I enjoyed the Roman section in particular. Through a window, you can look out on the remnant of the Roman wall that once encircled the city. First constructed between 190 and 225 B.C., it was somewhat maintained until the 18th century. When Seattle tears down buildings (the Kingdome) and roadways (the Viaduct) within a fairly short time, there's something reassuring about seeing the remains of the Roman wall.
However, the museum was made
most memorable by the story of the Great Fire of London of 1666. A young
girl of not more than 5 or 6 was watching the film on the fire with her father.
As the narrator intoned, "It was the worst day in London history," we
heard this small voice say "Daddy, it was the WORST day ever!"
She did not seem to be frightened or alarmed, just fascinated. A few minutes
later, she repeated, "Daddy, it was the WORST day
ever!"
Of course, in terms of loss of life, it was not the worst day ever, compared to the Blitz during World War II, for instance. But the city itself lost 13,000 buildings over the five days of the fire, leaving thousands homeless. But I don't think I will ever hear of the Great Fire again without recalling a high-pitched little voice exclaiming in the darkness, "Daddy, it was the WORST day ever!"
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