or “England – you’re not missing a great deal”. A somewhat vitriolic collection of images composed after my boss described my home town as a wasteland of broken bottles and discarded syringes punctuated by the odd dead drug dealer.
I used to be of the view that sculpture was the stuff you bumped into when you stood back to admire the artwork. And then Derby Museums gave me the opportunity to spend a few weeks with the works of local sculptor Ronald Pope (1920-1997).
One of the nice things about being an artist is that you have the a planet-sized art gallery on your doorstep. Here are some of the pieces I found while exploring it.