The Two Davids

Barcelona is littered with sculptures of all shapes and sizes. As you aimlessly walk the streets trying yet failing to keep your sense of direction in check, you’ll most likely stumble upon one on every other block – placa – or so. By our last week crazy-modern-sculpture-sight-seeing had embossed itself in our daily lives.

As time went by and I had seen this sculpture and that sculpture… oh yeah and that one too… for the umpteenth time I wondered if there was any more hidden in this city. My question was soon answered when Mom, Jones, and I were walking and right in front of us, rising from the ground, was yet another piece of art. After a seconds look I was about to keep walking, until I read the words David i Goliat. Was this real? I hadn’t seen David in over two months. I thought I had left him in Florence, but there he was… sort of. It definitely didn’t look anything close to Michelangelo’s perfectly sculpted marble.

   

So here’s the question: How is this suppose to be David and Goliath? What does this look like?

Dad: “that’s Goliath and you’re David. You are part of the sculpture… you are part of the art”

Wescott: “It’s obvious….there’s a picture of David and Goliath fighting on the top of the sculpture we just can’t see it”

Mom: “I have no freaking idea, but its cool! It looks like a kite.”

Jones: “its a statue of David and Goliath. And that’s Goliath and David put Goliath’s face on the slingshot”

Yve: “It’s the story of David and a Goliath. There’s the book with Goliath’s face on it which has… paperclips or maybe a pin going through it?”

Tuck: “it looks like a piece of paper”

Carrot: “it looks like some glasses”

Broccoli: “it looks like a balancing statue of a weird looking eye, a weird looking nose, and a cranky mouth”

Otto: “I am David and the statue is Goliath”