A Sculpture

Last week, I went wandering, like I often do here in Vienna, and ran into this random sculpture in the middle of a huge square. I searched around trying to find an explanation and who created it but could not find anything. All I found was a sign that said not to climb on it. So, it now can mean whatever you want it to mean. I'm not sure what it means. All I know is that it looked cool and it sucked me in. I guess, in some sense, that is the purpose of art. It engages their audience in some way. For me, I saw it from a distance and something inside of me needed, not wanted, needed to see it up close to see what this really was. 

I love sculpture that allows you to walk around and through it. I have a hard time when it is all fenced off and you can only see it from a certain distance. Believe me, if there weren't any no climbing signs, I would have been all over this.

The craftsmanship of this piece was really cool and quite detailed. Because of the surface, I couldn't tell where any specific welding was. That made each shape seem like it was created from one piece of metal or whatever it was. It felt like metal of some sort. The smaller sections had a great deal of fine detail while the larger sections had less detail.

It even had mirrors, so I took the opportunity to do a little self-portrait. Not a bad picture of me, if I do say so myself.