By PATRICK GRIFFIN
RUT YOU SEE
I was driving on Route 133 from West Rutland down to Middletown Springs, lost in that blissed-out zone you often drift into while driving, when coming around a curve I was suddenly jolted awake by a train.
However, this train wasn’t moving, nor was it even a real train. Spotlighted by a sun which caused it to pop off the hillside was a madman’s rendering of a locomotive — scrap metal gears, hubcaps, pipes bent like tubas, smokestacks and plows in every shade of gunmetal gray imaginable. It was a steampunker’s wet dream teleported onto the Vermont landscape.
And the train was not alone on that hillside. Looking into it later, I recalled that I had read an article in this very paper a couple of months prior about a sculpture event. The West Rutland Art Park is a private art park now open to the public which features the works of a group of international sculptors who came to the property to create these visual stimuli.
Sculpted marble, steel and other materials dot the park. I really enjoyed an abstract rooster crowing to signal the day’s arrival while seeming to stretch itself out in the process even closer to its friend the sun.
These pieces, incredible in their own right, are even more fantastical given their setting. If seen on an urban street, I would think this artwork would blend in with the other clamors and structures going on adjacent. But when you are used to seeing one ordinary lawn-house-farm-field right after another lawn-house-farm-field, the sight of these pillars shooting out of the grass is arresting.
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