i've never really thought about the work of henry moore before. it's almost that it's so ubiquitous i haven't noticed. previously i've been drawn to more conceptual art. objects that shock and ideas that polarise. but that was when i was a teenage art student.
you'd never catch me on a bike back then, let alone a damp fell side. but through running and biking i'm discovering a love of wild places. seeing landscapes as potential adventures. putting myself against nature and reveling in the sense of insignificance that brings. the frailty of life and the exhilaration of living.
i wasn't expecting these feelings to bubble to the surface today. almost like a jolt of clarity and inspiration. if you're in the area, go to the yorkshire sculpture park. if not, make plans. i'm certainly going back.