I'm starting to feel a bit guilty about this one; except for the long shots from the other side from the first shoot (which I couldn't use because of another photographer's butt crack), the woman in this sculpture pair really hasn't had a fair shake, exposure-wise. There's not much I can do about that now, though. On the second trip I shot all of the images from the land side.

Of all of them, I think this is my favourite. The two sculptures seem to be standing there in their own world of contemplation, oblivious to passers by. Yet the passers by are far from oblivious to them. Or is this one looking at us? (Which is to say, me, and through me, to you not that she'd have any idea that this shot would end up in a public gallery.) Her glance is ambiguous in that sense, and I can't be sure whether she's looking at photographer or sculpture.

Sometimes ambiguity is a good thing.