On Friday, a glorious autumn day, we went to Kew Gardens to see a Henry Moore exhibition.
As you’d expect on such a beautiful day the place was packed with toddlers (falling around like human skittles, as The Boy said) and photographers. If you want to see what the latter got up to, Kew have put up a special online gallery.
It was great to see the kids play with the sculptures and just enjoy them. I misread the signs and thought that you weren’t supposed to touch the sculptures. In fact, you weren’t supposed to climb on them, touching was OK. I’m a bit miffed as I’d have loved to run my hands over them.
So why do I love Henry Moore
so much? I don’t have the ‘arts bollocks’ vocabulary…but I guess it’s something to do with the organic nature of the shapes. It touches me in a very primal way.
Although I do think the child here looks rather too much like a baby penguin!
There’s always one isn’t there?
He did take this excellent picture of this amazingly textured wall though.
These interlocking forms changed and seemed to ripple as you walked round them.
This pierced oval was inspired by an elephant’s skull. I was intrigued by this tree which seemed to be wearing Elizabethan hose.
The Lily House is wonderful. Round the walls they have a fantastic collection of pepper plants.
Hey look…it’s Kew, I have to have a flower photo!
Now, I’ve read enough Victorian (or set in Victorian times) novels to know that you have assignations in the Palm House. It’s so hot and humid in there, you can see why the heroines swooned down like ninepins. The plants are great, but I think that the structure is the real star here.
I loved these dank little steps which were out of bounds.
Kew must take a lot of upkeep.
This lion was having a wash and brush up.
Check out the inscription!
Our mad climate – crocuses at this time of year!