Tom Otterness Has Left His Mark On New York City
The artist's bronze, poetic sculptures summarize the trials and tribulations of city dwelling — and of his own life.
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A lesson perpetually pounded into my head as a child was to be aware of my surroundings. My favorite hobby, which stressed my mother out, was wandering through stores, taking in all of the objects available for purchase, and making a mental wish list so I could beg for these things later. If something caught my eye, my curious mind would only settle once I went to examine my newfound treasure closely.
As I've gotten older, wandering semi-aimlessly still feels rebellious. However, going about the city without the warning lights ready to announce danger in my way would be foolish. Breaking the conversations I have with myself in my mind, a voice always pipes up to remind me to look both ways before crossing the street and take a peek over my shoulders to reassure myself I am not being followed.