Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Get a grip

Today I bought myself a present:  my very own pliers.
But I was surprised the hardware store only had ones with plastic coating on the handles.
I remembered my volunteer years (1996-2002) when I worked and lived at Heifer Ranch in Arkansas.
My work in livestock  often demanded fixing or opening or closing something out in the field or in barns or pens, and the one and only tool that went everywhere with me was a simple pair of pliers.
Its bare metal handles could double as a lever or a hammer or a poker or whatever.

I was proud to wear the pliers in a holster on my belt, sort of like a status symbol for us  two or three volunteers privileged to work with the animals.

Anyway, the pliers reminded me of something strange  I recently discovered in the sculpture garden of the Israel Museum.

(Like always you can enlarge the photos.)

I couldn't find the identifying tag for the metal creation.

The gate was half-hidden in the flowering rosemary bushes.

Couldn't find pliers on the sculpture.
But the deformed handle of a pickaxe gave a kvetch to my sometimes-archaeology-worker's heart.
UPDATE: Don't miss the Spooky Men's Chorale singing "Don't Stand Between a Man and His Tool"! 


Cloudia said...

revealing, Dina. Nice getting to know you, cuz

ALOHA from Honolulu
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Doronette NF said...

very cool !

VP said...

The artist would surely benefit from the continuous use of the represented tools in an old-fashioned agrarian contest...

Hilda said...

I like it! I think my dad would've too.

Petrea Burchard said...

This is a wonderful sculpture and a well-told tale.

Oakland Daily Photo said...

This sculpture is both bizarre and very cool at the same time.

Spiderdama said...

They looks so big in the first picture. I do not know if it's because of the angle of the picture, but I know there are such huge, not that I've ever used such a tool:-)

Kay said...

Now that is a sculpture that would speak to Art loud and clear. :-)