Last post I promised everyone a return trip back into Winnipeg’s Assiniboine Park. More to the point I all but promised to show you the working men and nudes that made Leo Mol sought after sculptor the world over.
As I showed in my last post Mol had a grand love of the beauty and quiet of nature. A very good friend of mine cared for Leo in his final years at the Taché Nursing Home where he was a resident. In our long walks through the garden that bears his name she would speak of Leo with worried tones. As one of the many nurses charged with his care she would often sit and visit with him, she spoke of the the way a mention of his artwork could snap him out of his haze and return a smile and razor edge to his mind as he discussed at length the processes and inspirations that brought life to his art.
I never got to meet Leo Mol personally, but like I often say Winnipeg is a small enough city to know someone through the company they keep. In his work I could see a steady and measured hand, a quiet mind that enjoyed beauty in all of it’s forms. A man driven and skilled enough to craft metal and glass and paint into the images that he alone saw in his minds eye.
Bronze nudes and the female form.