Wolverhampton

Wolverhampton

Today we slogged up the twenty one lock flight that leads to Wolverhampton. The weather was OK (after yesterday’s downpour) and the locks were single wide and in good condition, but there were no bridges at the lower end of the lock, so it involved a lot of walking around locks. We were both pretty tired by the end of it. We moored by a little park at the top of the locks.

There was some street art on the way up, but not as good as Manchester. The Wolverhampton graffiti school doesn’t seem to have got much further than the I’m going to write my name in fancy letters stage…

… apart from this guy.

I headed off the the Wolverhampton Art Gallery to see if the state sanctioned art was any better. This one is called Wolverhampton Dream 2000.

The people of Wolverhampton dream about flying saucers, tropical beaches, and football, just like the rest of us. There is some more traditional art.

This is Adan and Eve being bored to tears by the Angel Raphael. No wonder they wanted to get out of the Garden of Eden and see the world.

This is a three foot model of the twenty foot tall statue of King Kong that stood in the center of Birmingham for a while in the 1970s.

It’s a shame that they didn’t keep it. The original is now privately owned, but was last seen outside the Henry Moore Institute in Leeds a couple of years ago.

This is Jason and Medea and a dismembered dragon.

I’ve included it here mostly for the expression on Medea’s face.

Funny how women’s clothes seem to fall off whenever there is a dragon around.

Here’s another picture with an interesting detail.

Check out the cake.

I’m sure that placing a large animal trap in the middle of this gallery seemed like a good idea at the time.

Maybe they are worried about that painting of Adam and Eve being stolen by a tiger.

I think this is something to do with colonialism.

Or perhaps geography.

This is about the sexual objectification of black women.

I wonder if the artist could have made the point without sexually objectifying a black woman?

Finally a cosy breakfast scene, all sewn out of fabric.

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