My Wooden Hippopotamus
When I was young – I’m not sure what age exactly – my Godmother gave me a wooden hippopotamus as a present – I forget too whether it was Birthday or Christmas, or just because she was visiting!
I remember at first thinking it was rather strange, but very quickly fell in love with this wooden carving, handled it often and even took it to bed with me – I laughed back at it and its matchstick teeth. It still gives me great pleasure and I’m very fond of it.
It came under very close scrutiny yesterday as I got a real surprise. I’m currently reading a book by Jonathan Blackwood called ‘The Sculpture of John Skeaping’ and came to a photograph of a sculpture by Skeaping of a Hippopotamus in Burmese hardwood. The surprise was that it looked almost identical to my little wooden hippo ornament!
When side-by-side, they do look different – but similar enough to wonder about whether Skeaping had seen an ornament like mine (or even my own dear hippo!), or if someone copied John Skeaping’s sculpture. What a mystery – I’m not even sure how you go about finding something like this out.
I’m enjoying the book immensely, and now reading with extra vigour, in case there are some clues!