I return to New York tomorrow, sad to leave my triangles awaiting final assembly on site. Originally, we were planning on installing it in a very sad square downtown, where all the truly advanced drunkards in Reykjavik converge to make hostile accusations to each other. The statue in the photo below is Reykjavik's first sheriff, bringing order to the wild frontier. Perhaps that's why the square is so popular with the shadier elements of town.
Now, we have a new and certainly more prestigious possiblity to install in the garden of the Kjarvalstaðir museum. It will definitely be more lovely a setting and also more protected, as our little beast turns out to be rather fragile, particularly in the face of the bellicose local drinking style.
I have my fingers crossed that I will be invited to return to town by the museum for the opening. Goodness knows I would require patronage for such a journey.
