Like many Wellingtonians, I’ve been watching with interest as our new Supreme Court takes shape and had decided that it’s pretty ugly. It makes me think of Auschwitz, of captivity – I really can’t explain that. I must’ve seen a commemorative sculpture at some stage that has similar metalwork…and it reminds me.
But yesterday, a beautifully sunny day, I drove past and as I looked up I saw passing red glints. I momentarily thought I’d seen stained glass. Deciding that it was the effect of the bronze/coppery colour metalwork catching the sun, I decided it warranted further investigation. Those few brief seconds had made me feel a little differently about the ugly metalwork.
So today, I walked past and even though today was a dull overcast day, I saw the red glints again. And there you have it, fragments of beauty among the tortured metal. I think there must be a message in there somewhere.
I just don’t get the ugly facade at all, and although I hadn’t made the jump to Auschwitz I’m with you. Tortured metal is absolutely the best description ever. I love the classic old building at the other end, and the new work is so horrid – it makes me feel sad. Taken in its total the combined buildings – the view from the old wooden Government buildings – it suggests to me of a lovely old lady who’s returned from bathroom having accidentally tucked in the end of the toilet roll and it’s streaming out behind her – and even though every one loves her we’re all too embarrassed to tell her.
* wince *