Random

Driving down one of the streets downtown this evening, I saw a sculpture of something. Apparently they are putting up some new sculptures...there are nice new bases made, and little information stands ready to tell the title of the piece and the name of the artist. 

I shrieked at my husband to stop the car as we drove by one of them. "Go back!!" I said. "Go in reverse, I want to see it." I glimpsed a little body shape, held up in someone's hands. We couldn't back up, so we found a parking spot, and made our way back to it.

It's a sad sculpture. But it's a public sculpture. About something that's rarely shared or seen in public. Below are the pictures I took with my phone. I don't know the artist as the space for that information is not fitted with the plate. I might make some calls to try and find out...to know more of the story. Even without the story it means a lot to me. People will react. Either with empathy, or nervousness, or disgust. But at least it's out there. It's planting a notion that this happens to people. And maybe from that people can get a better understanding of stillbirth. Or infertility.  Or miscarriage. Or that children die. That all those scenarios leave behind shattered hearts.

(Artist unknown, but I will give credit as soon as I find out)