I have been enjoying Alison Wilding’s Badapples, which I was given as a birthday present. They were apparently first shown in an exhibition about apples held in a gallery called Large Glass on the Caledonian Road. There’s something nicely tactile about being able to hold and feel a small bronze the size of two hands lying on the table:
Since Alison feels that the photograph makes the work look more like bottoms than apples, I include a second attempt:
