Anton Smit Sculpture Park

For three months now I have been planning to go out to the sculpture park. Every weekend there's some excuse, or it's raining, or ...

Eventually last Sunday we went through. A lovely drive out on the R25, farms and fields and little villages.
I missed the park and drove into an estate from which I could see the Bronkhorstspruit Dam, then back along the route to discover the road to the park was right there.

A lot of the sculptures are scattered around the garden, well laid out in parts and left natural in others. There is a gallery as well, and in the one area Anton's sculptures are displayed with some of Lionel's artwork. Father and son.

On the property is a venue for weddings and parties, I suppose, and the Imagine Cafe. Had scones and rooibos tea under a big tree in the courtyard. Lovely.

A place in time (at Nirox)

The winter sculpture exhibition closes next weekend, end July, so we spent Saturday afternoon at this wonderful park. Strolling along the paths, around the dams and on the banks of the river, from exhibit to exhibit. The sun just warm enough to make you mellow and slow your pace, taking the time to look at everything properly. Although looking didn’t bring clear understanding on some of the pieces.

I am also sure we missed a few, although not number 11, which you could have mistaken for a real spider’s web if it wasn’t numbered. I bought a catalogue but didn’t really consult it. I thought I would read through it later but I haven’t yet. Sigh.

There were monkeys running around, up the trees and a cat crouched in the grass not wanting to be seen. Benches and chairs placed to the edge of the water invited you to sit and indulge your laziness. Close your eyes and listen to nature. Bliss.