What the Statues Around Campus Say to Me

What the statues around WashU’s campus say to me

**Warning, I know nothing about art and there is no reason anyone should listen to or care about my thoughts**

Occasionally whilst roaming around WUSTL, I come across some of the statues that are sprinkled on this lovely campus. And since art is meant to generate beauty and maybe elicit emotions from observers, I have decided to write down my thoughts on the artwork

 

1. The Bunny

This poor little guy is looking for love. His large size and hunchback may give the illusion of being creepy, but I think he just wants a friend. After all, it is February and the poor bunny doesn’t even have a sweater. Also, I have decided the rock he perches on symbolizes the island of isolation he lives in every day. Maybe The Bunny wouldn’t be so unsettling if he had a valentine this year (wink wink).

2. Green block things near Cupples II

I love the green blocks that rest just East of Olin. They are so strangely shaped and sized, almost as if they were constructed with the singular goal of being configured exactly so no one could sit comfortably on top of them. The modern-looking green bathroom tile vibes the blocks give off are a stark contrast to the classic brick architecture of the rest of the WashU campus buildings. These babies are not afraid to stand out. And I love them for it.

3. George Washington outside of Olin

This statue is tall and proud. He overlooks Olin, casting hope upon weary students that leave in the early morning hours, almost saying, “Believe in yourselves!” Also, he is a reminder that no, we are not in fact in Washington. The name of this school was derived from him, a historical figure, Georgie George, not a state.4. The giant pit that is Brookings now

If you don’t think this counts as a statue, you are wrong.  The mounds of dirt and random assortment of construction equipment standing where green grass and a parking lot used to be is nothing short of inspired. I cannot hold back the flow of tears that fall from my eyes when gazing upon that masterpiece. I am not worthy to behold the artistry and glory. The Mona Lisa, The Pieta, and the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel pale in comparison to Brookings construction site. I dare not say anymore as my emotions dare to overwhelm me.  

By Christina Rao