Piscator, forecourt of Euston Station (1980)
by londonist
a while ago
Description:
This isn’t one of Paolozzi’s best, but it’s not without beauty - especially at night when reflecting the sodium orange of Euston Road. After considering it for some time, we felt like giving it a hug. It sits all lonely and neglected amongst the homeless and lost of Euston. As with them, you’ve probably walked past the sculpture 100 times and never seen it. The cast iron form was made in homage to the expressionist theatre director Edwin Piscator, who barely merits a decent Google hit. An anonymous sculpture to a forgotten director in an unloved station forecourt. Ah, the pathos.