David Robinson

Being commissioned to do large-scale public work has always been the perceived zenith of a sculptor’s career. Though I may imagine my work in public spaces, standing writ large in bronze or steel, the new reality is that the public square has become a minefield, successfully navigated only by the politically astute. These small works stand like monuments on the square of my own upturned hand, here is a plot of available ground upon which to speculate a common vision.