The trip to Chatsworth was... in a word... desultory. Not to say that it wasn't enjoyable or interesting because it was, but spending six hours soaking up culture and history, navigating a small but challenging maze, roaming through woodland after an elusive tower that never seemed any closer, attempting to return a lost sheep to its pastures, and being besieged by 1st yrs with an intent to aggravate certainly does take its toll.
To be entirely honest I found the Barry Flanagan sculptures
a little disturbing when studying them in person. I found the obsidian black
combined with the exaggerated proportions gave them a sort of oppressive look
that I didn't like. They are sculpted in a way that makes them appear as if
they are in motion and it is easy to imagine them coming to life as you look at
them, not unlike something that might feature in a Lewis Carroll story.
The sculptures within and around the vicinity of the house,
however typical of historical sculpture they may be, are much more to my
liking. The most impressive to me were saved until the very last as you exit
the house. Those being the enormous lions on either side of the doors leading
out through the shop into the gardens.
I feel that I may not have gained exactly what was expected
or intended from this trip. I have learned one or two things that may help me
progress through the course, but I feel the trip, more importantly to me,
enriched the relationship between me and my classmates. This isn't a soppy thank
you to those that have made/accepted me as part of the team, but it is a firm
nod of gratitude and appreciation.
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