The Sheldonian Theatre has history and prestige. Seen here after heavy rain casting its reflection in scattered puddles. The scene of many a students final triumph and a wealth of cultural experiences. The many subtles colours in the stone exaggerated in an abandoned painting frenzy.
Meditation.
Sheldonian Theatre Reflections in puddles on Broad Street. Oxford has some impressive edifices, especially on Broad Street right in the university’s heart. The Theatre has been the proud location of graduations and performances, recitals and you name it – a hub of cultural activity aligned with Oxford’s rich cultural heritage. The theatre has steadfastly served it’s purpose for over 350 years.
A building at one with its environment if ever there was. Glorious golden stone, classical details mirrored in the surrounding buildings – something of a showstopper.
Being round, or should I say, cylindrical in its appearance, the Sheldonian Theatre Reflections reminds me of a wedding cake. Layers of floors, crowned with the decorative upper and that green copper dome centerpiece. The dome seems reminiscent of a mini lighthouse.
Stone arches with half-round windows contain ornate glass windows that look like black eyes peering under the stone curtain or looking from outside into a doll’s house. Once you spot them, they are hard to unsee.
The whole magnificent construction is partially reflected in the scattered puddles on the opposite pavement. It has been raining heavily but the sun has put in an appearance. Hopefully, it will last a long time – a wet Oxford is especially beautiful in the sunlight.
The scene is empty, no doubt due to the recent downpour. Save one small figure casually wandering past, rucksack on his back and hands in pockets; oblivious to his surroundings and the colours he leaves trailing behind.
Perhaps it needs the artist’s eye to see these colours. Good job, I remembered to paint them all then.
