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Wasted Sanctuary

Last week, I participated in a horn choir at a college not far from Small Town. I've already written about that experience, but I neglected to show you pictures.

My horn lessons are from 4:00 to 5:00 in the afternoons, and since rehearsal for the choir didn't begin until 5:30, I had some time to wander and see things I normally don't see. When I go to my lessons, I usually try to get in and get out unnoticed by walking in a straight line through the hallway—I go to the performing arts building, and there are always college-age kids sitting around talking and laughing in all the seating areas. I feel like their mother,or an intruder or somebody who's about to ask if they have cleaned their rooms or scold them for behaving badly at parties, and I feel out of place.

But last week, the lobby was clear, and I got my first look at the courtyard that sits in the center of the building. It was a sunny, warm day, so I sat out there for a little while and took notice. It was quiet and isolated from passing cars or noisy students. There were flowers and blooming trees, planters and chairs, and a small statue—the perfect sanctuary for budding artists to look for inspiration or find a moment's peace.

I wondered why I don't see more students lounging around out there instead of inside, and I suspected it's because the chairs inside have cushions. If I were an actual student at the school, I'd take some of those cushioned chairs outside in the courtyard and claim the territory.

Here is a closeup of the statue—a marble sculpture of a sculptor carving a face into marble. I don't know anything about this or who created it. Does it took familiar?

Comments

MmeBenaut said…
What a lovely photo! I don't recognise the face of the sculptor Robyn but it's a very cute sculpture.
9:33 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Not to me, but it's lovely. That first photo looked at first like a ghost sitting on the chair! Brr. Such beautiful light in that one Robyn.
LOL @ you feeling like their mother - I know that feeling!
7:31 PM
Alifan said…
Ha ha Robyn, when I was 32 I went to evening classes as was not able to pass any exams when I was at school.. I had to sit my Art O level exam with young school children, so know the feeling...

I think the statue is great would love one like that in my garden. xxx

Thanks for coming to see my cakes....
2:13 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Looks like a nice place to relax and sip coffee.
7:44 AM
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