Canterbury – Dane John Gardens
9th May 2015
It was time for Canterbury to be trodden all over by my plywood foot.
I clomped on down to Dane John Gardens and slapped my sole around, leaving chalky footprints and inviting people to add playful embellishments to them.
The people of Canterbury were less willing to engage with a ludicrous, chalk-weilding individual than inhabitants of St Albans had been, but some did buck this trend.
Let’s see what these fine folk produced when engaging with the idea of a ‘Playful Footprint.’
Are they perhaps calling to each other across the mountains?
Does this person like playing with bees, or do they just like bees?
Wow! Two playful things for the price of one! Do they do both at the same time, I wonder?
A mysterious figure with no eyes but possessed of a great big smile – what does it mean?
Is playfulness blind, just like people say of love?
This one might be my favourite – so clear, yet so enigmatic.
Do deep roots allow playfulness to emerge, or does playfulness create rootedness for this person, or both, or neither?
It looks like an apple tree to me – is there a link between playfulness and sin?
This footballer has one very short and one extremely long leg, which gives the image real dynamism.
Is this a vision of a pluralistic future in which disabled sportspeople are valued just as highly as their able-bodied counterparts? That would give a whole new meaning to ‘The Beautiful Game.’
What could this be?
A playful take on a playful footprint by literally depicting the pattern on the sole of their shoe?
A disembodied eye?
An abstract form?
It just goes to show: there are a great many interpretations of what playfulness is or could be.
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