A special blog entry for ceramic sculpture
afficionados - the rest of you may, but need not, read on. We
mentioned the ceramic artist Francisco Brennand - born in 1927 and
still at work. We visited the brick and tile factory, to see the
most amazing and beautifully presented exhibition of his work.
The photos will henceforth speak for themselves. (Feel free to
ignore the caption writer's efforts.)|
The comedians (so it says in the guide) at the entrance to Oficina Brennand, trying to smile despite the rain
After a snackette at the cafeteria it was still raining so, not having boots like this worm . . .
. . . we ventured inside one of the buildings, to see a huge display of ceramic sculptures . . .
. . . filling room after room and . . .
. . . including some which are clearly representative of women (or perhaps not?)
There were also many displays of tiles . . .
. . . some of which were restful . . .
. . . but others quite challenging
We braved the drizzle again, to see the 'blue dome' (no prizes to Mr Brennand for originality in titles) . . .
. . . and onward past the pool . . .
. . . and around the corner . . . . . . to see the (real) black swans, but the rain intensified again . . .
. . . so we found another building, with many more tiles and sculptures
. . . some of which would probably have interested Freud . . .
. . . although many were without sexual innuendo . . . on second thoughts - not so sure
The rain eased off again, so we ran the gauntlet of the gargoyles to see . . .
. . . braving the drizzle, 'three happy women', though whether they were cheered by the comedians or . . .
. . . were relieved to have escaped Nessie, who knows?