It’s a strange sight at an art exhibition. While people mill around, respectfully observing works from a distance, some walk towards a white sculpture with their arms outstretched. Then they put their hands directly on to it: the cardinal art sin.
But this artwork doesn’t just invite touch – it depends on it. Wool and fabric cover a 3m x 3m, 500kg iron skeleton. The figure looks at once familiar and alien: its large ears and thick legs are instantly recognisable but there is no tail, trunk or face. Touching the elephant, something stirs.
