It was a bit tricky shooting this critter at the Burrage in Boston two weeks ago. He’s located right in the corner (and in the right corner) above the front door. So the lighting was problematic as was his position. But I think I’ve managed to capture him well enough here.
This putto (below; putto is the singular of putti which is what chubby, winged male figures are called who aren’t really angels; it’s not wrong to call him a cherub, although it should be made clear that “cherubs” are not really related to the Cherubim. Got that?) and his lions are also wedged in a corner – more obviously than the griffin above. I mean, the poor lion on the right is roaring straight into the wall.
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My partner Walt just posted a link to these pictures as part of out trying to track down the work of an allusive architectural sculptor named Hugh Cairns. Thanks for allowing me to see what otherwise I would just read about. Einar