With my fellow Scraptors I have been busy installing the Beyond the Garden Gate sculpture trail at Stourhead the National Trust property in Wiltshire. This tableau refers to the Fable of Aesop in which the Frogs asked Zeus for a King. He sent a Heron but they mocked him. So Zeus sent a snake which ate them
Showing posts with label Rachel Macleay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rachel Macleay. Show all posts
Sunday, 28 August 2011
The Frogs mock King Heron at Stourhead
With my fellow Scraptors I have been busy installing the Beyond the Garden Gate sculpture trail at Stourhead the National Trust property in Wiltshire. This tableau refers to the Fable of Aesop in which the Frogs asked Zeus for a King. He sent a Heron but they mocked him. So Zeus sent a snake which ate them
Labels:
Aesop,
Paul Boswell,
Rachel Macleay,
sculpturegarden,
sculpturemad,
Stourhead
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Collecting Horse for Stourhead
Labels:
horse sculptures,
Horseworld,
Paul Boswell,
Rachel Macleay,
Stourhead
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Work in Progress on Mural
Monday, 7 February 2011
The Scraptors at Stourhead
I have joined Fiona Campbell, Paul Boswell and Rachel Macelay to form a group which we are calling the Scraptors as we all make sculpture from scrap. We will offer themed landscape trails. This was our photoshoot at Stourhead, the iconic National Trust property in Wiltshire , where we have our first "gig", a sculpture trail in the adjacent woods. Here we pose in heron masks by the Heron made by Paul and Rachel.
Saturday, 28 August 2010
More stuff for sculpturemad garden
Paul Boswell and Rachel Macleay came over and added some paintings and sculptures to my garden. The insect was made by Rachel from a cat's eye. Paul painted on a piece of metal. I have turned an arbour into an art gallery.Tuesday, 1 June 2010
Pegasus by Paul Boswell and Rachel Macleay

The last sculpture to arrive at the Horseworld Sculpture Exhibition at Whitchurch near Bristol which continues until November 1st 2010. The body is made of scrap bits of metal and the wings are old umbrellas.
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