In 1954, Frank Vittor (who has an interesting story if you click his name)sculpted a famous baseball player, Honus Wagner, honoring his contributions to baseball.
The Honus Wagner statue stands at the Home Plate Entrance of PNC Park, Pittsburgh PA. The statue has been in Schenley Park, Forbes Field and Three Rivers Stadium from what I researched before it was relocated to PNC Park.
I posted a St. Joseph the Worker statue in Homestead which was also sculpted by Mr. Vittor
Here is just one side of the base of statue I photographed this evening, of two young boys pointing up to Mr. Wagner on the pedestal above.
They just spoke to me. Maybe it was the way the light made their three dimensions pronounced.
You’ve all heard how valuable the Honus Wagner baseball card is. (millions paid)
Here is what the back of the statue says
(Back of base:)
ERECTED IN 1955
BY THE FANS OF AMERICA
IN HONOR OF A BASEBALL IMMORTAL
A CHAMPION AMONG CHAMPIONS
WHOSE RECORD ON AND OFF THE
PLAYING FIELD OF THE NATIONAL GAME
WILL EVER STAND AS A MONUMENT
TO HIS OWN GREATNESS
AND AS AN EXAMPLE AND INSPIRATION TO THE YOUTH
OF OUR COUNTRY
THE PITTSBURGH PROFESSIONAL BASEBALL ASSOCIATION
RELOCATED BY THE PITTSBURGH BASEBALL CLUB
FROM SCHENLEY PARK TO THREE RIVERS STADIUM
AND REDEDICATED JULY 21, 1972
SO THAT FUTURE PIRATE FANS WILL BE REMINDED OF HONUS WAGNER’S CONTRIBUTIONS TO BASEBALL IN PITTSBURGH.
Looking up into the skylight, I saw this very interesting sculpture during my layover enroute to Florida. It’s made with plastic SOLO cups.
I read there are three other skylight art installations but I am returning through Baltimore.
Friday afternoon at the Carnegie Museum of Natural History and the Hall of Architecture.
With three of the grandchildren, one of them is always “between”.
This week’s challenge is hosted by the Danielle Hark founder of a blog I follow-
“Danielle is a photographer, writer, life coach, and the founder of the online gallery and nonprofit Broken Light Collective, which empowers people affected by mental illness using photography.”
Michael between Maura and Jack- Hall of Architecture.
Chiseling and brushing off the sand from fossils- future Paleontologists.
Taking a rest on the bench
Feeling the diplodocus femur
10% of the Surdick family collection of insects native to Western Pennsylvania, donated to the Carnegie Museum.
In the sculpture courtyard-oops, where’s Jack? The yellow sculpture , Three Forms, between the two- (Artist James Rosati)
I was downtown at the Camera Repair Service again. Don’t ask. Used a different camera card to experiment and tes.
Here is the delight of the day- (Stef!)
A monumental sculpture by J Seward Johnson has been at PPG Place for “about four days”, the guard said.
But don’t worry. The giant dancers will be in place until October.
Dancing at Bougival (painted in 1883 by Pierre A. Renoir ) is in the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
Using the 100-300 Canon lens to get a closer look
The reflective glass made for a clear self portrait.
Last windows gallery for the week. Thanks for stopping by and seeing these views.
Ninth Street Bridge from the Parking Lot
St.Luke’s Windows New York City
Smokestack Pittsburgh Squirrel Hill Pittsburgh PA
Museum of Modern Art New York City
Motor Square Garden Pittsburgh PA
Greenwich Village Window with a Treble Clef
From the Rooftop of the Metropolitan Museum of Art
A muddy boot found in a loaner car at the Subaru Dealer Murrysville PA
From a Hotel Window (Before it was demolished ) Civic Arena and Old Train Station Pittsburgh Pennsylvania
Andy Warhol Museum from a Parking Lot and Close-Up of Windows
Marlene in a frozen window
I was wondering what I’d post following the dedication post of the Gary and Nancy Tuckfelt Holocaust Sculpture from yesterday. Thank you for the thoughtful comments and for sharing it with those who were unable to attend.
And then the artist Elena Hiatt Houlihan called me Monday night to say she’d taken photographs of Keeping Tabs at night with a borrowed tripod.
She said to me, “You have to see it at night. The light is beautiful.”
I was half asleep-
but after we hung up, I pulled jeans over my pjs, threw on a coat and grabbed a hat. I drove up Beechwood Boulevard to photograph the sculpture even though Elena had already left. It was 10 PM.
My tripod was at school in my classroom so I took up a Swifter with a flat top pole to steady my camera.
No moonlight to help the effort.
As I got out of the car, I saw the light reflecting off the six million pop tabs encased in the glass blocks. All was quiet. It was moving.
I was all alone until a single figure arrived and entered the sculpture for a time.
I tried a number of settings, shutter speeds, aperture and white balance, trying to get the best quality shot I could, given lack of tripod or remote cable. It was in the low 40’s and I was wishing I had my tripod. Night photography takes practice.
This post seems to complete yesterday’s photographic essay. Good idea, Elena.
and then too much light, blown out- but autumn colors in the surrounding trees
Sunday afternoon was the official dedication of the Gary and Nancy Tuckfelt Keeping Tabs- A Holocaust Sculpture at the Community Day School at the corner of Beechwood Boulevard and Forward Ave. The sculpture is a maze in the shape of the Star of David, created with glass blocks which are filled with six million pop tabs which took almost five years to collect , each tab representing a human life lost in the Holocaust. Many people contributed time, money and effort to the creation of the sculpture and the beautiful surrounding park. Walking into the maze, one is struck by the magnitude of the horror of genocide, the number of victims is hard to fathom but the pop tabs in the glass blocks are a reminder of the millions killed.
The resident artist, Elena Hiatt Houlihan has been with this project since 2002. Pop tabs were being collected since 1996 and Mr. Walter the History Teacher at Community Day School had aquariums filled with them when Elena arrived to help the student teams design the sculpture. Their original artist statement was read by her at the dedication ceremony today.
Elena had been a resident artist at Greenfield Elementary when I was the art teacher there and I remember her talking about the ongoing work of this sculpture and then funding and other circumstances delayed the completion.
It was a beautiful Autumn afternoon and there were speeches and prayers and an 8th grader played the violin. A chill wind and shadows gave one a shudder and reminded those present of the significance of the memorial sculpture. Never Forget.
I went up earlier in the day to photograph the memorial sculpture before all the people arrived.
Receiving a standing ovation, Mr. Walter comes to the podium to speakArtist in Residence Elena Hiatt Houlihan and Social Studies Teacher Mr. Bill Walter who started the collection of the pop tabs when he was teaching the Holocaust to middle school students at Community Day School.
Article in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette about the Keeping Tabs Memorial Sculpture Dedication, this time including Elena Hiatt Houlihan’s name
When I saw this man at work this morning, Rodin’s sculpture of The Thinker came to mind. I had my camera at the ready for the 9th grade orientation. Lucky day!
Last week I emptied the dryer at my son and DIL’s. Thought I’d help out, fold a load.
When I cleaned out the lint trap, I found a tri-layered catch of fresh dryer lint. The striation helped out by the load of new white towels.
I put the dryer lint on the counter above the garbage and saw the face of a sock monkey.
“Erika”, I said, “let me save the dryer lint and show the kids in the morning, It’s striped and looks like a sock monkey.”
Hmmmm. I decided to take a pic on the phone instead and throw it in the trash cause I didn’t think she was seeing the face and she hadn’t been to the dryer lint art show at the Duds ‘N Suds Laundromat on Centre Ave here in Pittsburgh, a few years ago. I took some friends and it was a memorable and quirky event. The laundromat had that detergent, steamy scent. The people and scenes were all made from none other than DRYER LINT! You know how different loads offer different colors, frequently gray but sometimes a lovely hue, depending on the clothes or sheets.
What I should have done is send the batch of lint to the artist Cheryl Capezutti and she could have created a winged creature or a tiny figure. She finds art in the everyday.
My lint screen here at home in Pittsburgh isn’t as interesting a shape, either. Erika’s is a half moon and mine is a flat, broad screen.