Since I had such a positive response to my earlier photographic posts, I thought that as we were going back to Broomhill Art Hotel today, I would take the opportunity to get some more pictures.
We had a light lunch in the gallery and after a drink outside in the sunshine, took a tour of the sculpture gardens.
We’d already been warned the lower gardens may be a little soggy due the the recent heavy rain, and the flooding a couple of weeks ago had actually washed one of the bronzes down the river. It had apparently been located, and was waiting to be retrieved when the waters subside.
I was keen to get to the Mike Roles exhibit on the derelict tennis court – Welcome to the Third Millennium, a skewed, mildly menacing, and brilliant collection of decayed and decaying figures with a post apocalyptic feel about them
On the way back to the main garden, we found what appeared to be part of a spacecraft made of roadsigns, crashed in a hedge…
…past a bull rider by a waterfall..
…down past the Mechanical Sphinx..
..and into the valley by the lake.
Here, you will find a petrified violinist..
..a stone sofa, complete with sleeping stone cat..
..sleek chrome forms, reflecting the dappled sunlight beneath the trees..
..strange alien shapes rising from the water..
..a portal to an otherworldly clearing in the woods..
…and a giant, dramatic figure, reaching for the low winter sun.
Crossing the drive to the newer exhibition area, we walked down the wooded slope to the river flood plain, coming across a huge wooden chain, carved from links the size of logs.
Down in the swamp, a strange communion is in progress.
Elsewhere, a disturbingly organic water heater looks ready to slither off it’s plinth..
..and the walk back to the car leads us past the larger, more meditative pieces.
It’s not long ago that we were last at Broomhill, but as ever, there is always something new to discover, and today was no exception.
Until next time…
More pictures here…