Equus
“I’m here to pick up your horse.”
This is what I heard when I opened the door the other day to a visitor. It was about as strange as it sounds, but not quite as out of the blue.
A few days earlier we arrived home to find a lump of clay, wrapped in gladwrap, along with an invitation to take part in a public art project, called The Stables. To commemorate the critical role that horses and stables have played in Erskineville’s history (what that role is beats me… perhaps I’ll need to check out the exhibition), the artist invited people to craft their own model of a horse and leave it for collection, firing, and display.
Erko is at times a pretty odd place. Exhibition starts along Erskineville Rd on Oct 11.
If you’re wondering: we didn’t make a horse.
Now I am wondering, what did you make?
We gave the clay to our godson. No idea what he made though.
In retrospect, perhaps we should have made a pot of glue or something, just to be contrary.