Carell Woodland Sculpture Trail
The Carell Woodland Sculpture Trail is a unique attraction among American art museums - a place where contemporary sculpture by internationally recognized artists is integrated into reclaimed woodland. Its wood-chip paths are rugged and stretch more than one mile. The area is being restored by removing invasive exotic plants and reintroducing native species. Eastern red cedar, black locust and hackberry - all tolerant of shallow soils - give way to hickory, oak, black cherry, ash and persimmon. As you walk the trail, experience the synthesis of art and nature.
Cheekwood Prime Matter, Eric Orr
Ancient philosophers believed the universe was made entirely of prime matter: Earth, Air, Fire and Water. In these materials lay the secret of human life, spirit and nature. This gateway was designed to mark the entrance to the Carell Woodland Sculpture Trail.
Untitled, Ulrich Rückreim
This block of granite was spilt into five pieces without erasing the marks made lifting it from the quarry. The two flat, manmade corners call attention to the gracious curves of the natural stone and resonant beauty of its rich color.
Steeple Dance, Frank Morbillo
These lofty spires seen to reach for the sky, yet appear to cave inward, as though nature is reclaiming them. The steel is intended to rust into a rich, orange patina that stands out beautifully from the deep green cedar trees all around.
Turtle, Two Hares, Frog and Hawk, Frank Fleming
Creatures of the forest gather as though assembled for a community meeting. Notice their lively, almost human expressions. And by all means, don't miss the hawk!
Girdled Figure, Tom Czarnopys
To "girdle" a tree is to cut its bark. When the bark can no longer draw nutrients from its roots, the tree dies. The figure in the tree was cast from the artist's own body, giving the sculpture an almost human soul.
Glass Bridge, Siah Armajani
More than 500 years ago the great glassblowers of Murano, Italy, tried to build a glass bridge over the Grand Canal in Venice. Sadly, the sparkling gem collapsed into the lagoon, not to be recreated - until now. Sculpture today may be more than an object to behold; experience the magic of passing through this remarkable creation.
A Memorial To The Aboriginal People Of This Land Who Lived In With These Forests, Yoné Sinor
Native Americans traversed these forests long before Europeans arrived. Houses were built with upright logs. Hearths kept the homes warm. The dead were honored with sculptures buired in their graves and prayers were offered to heaven on feathers tied to the branches of trees.
Untitled (In A Dream), Jenny Holzer
Read. Sit. Look. Imagine.
Crawling Lady Hare, Sophie Ryder
Extraordinary creatures inhabit worlds of fantasy. We may expect art to show what is real - but who is to say our visions and dreams are not?
High-Back Windharp Chairs, Doug Hollis
The wire strands make an aeolian harp to capture the music of the winds. Go beyond merely what you hear - the hum of vibrating strings or the ambient sounds of the forest - sit in the chairs and feel like a child as your feet dangle below.
"The Order Of The Present Is The Disorder Of The Future" - SAINT-JUST, Ian Hamilton Finlay
Carved in the Latin script of Ancient Rome, the phrase by the French revolutionary Louis-Antoine Léon Saint-Just recalls in ruins the mortality of great civilizations.
Blue Pesher, James Turrell
"Pesher" is an ancient Hebrew word meaning, "to comment upon." In this room, discover a commentary on the heavens. Enter the chamber, sit, look up and reflect. The longer you stay, the more sensitive your perceptions will become.
Tree Poem, John Scott
Based on the shape of real trees in this forest, branch-like patterns gently play off the woven complexity of the natural form behind them. When light reflects off the shiny, textured surfaces, the motionless aluminum branches seem to wave in the wind.
One Line Horizontal Floating - Twenty Feet, George Rickey
Like a javelin soaring through the air, or the needle of a compass turning gently to the motion of the breeze, this moving line of metal makes material the unseen forces of nature. At certain times of day, the sun's bright rays seem to make the form disappear, dissolving it into a fine strip of magnificent light.