Crossing. Nigel Hall, 2006.
The Campanile was cheap and cheerful, and was only 20 minutes away from the Yorkshire Sculpture Park in the grounds of Bretton Hall, outside Wakefield. I was parking there just after they had opened at 10am, hoping to get a full day exploring some parts of the park I had previously missed and there is always something new.
I decided to to walk the park first and go into the galleries later in the day when the weather was deteriorating. My plan didn’t quite work out.
My must see today is Trap of the Truth – over a hundred works from the quirky Austrian Erwin Wurm. I’ve tried to share a video of Wurm talking to Clare Lilley, Director of the park, but technology has defeated me. However if you click on the link below and go well down the page to their 15 minute interview you will be impressed.
https://ysp.org.uk/whats-on/exhibitions/erwin-wurm
What a nice bloke and how innovative. Here are some of his outside sculptures. Make of them what you want, there are a lot of hidden meanings relating to fashion and consumerism. 
Leaving Wurm for now I wander off into the park where round every corner one comes across some new curiosity and probably miss just as many, That is why repeated trips here always pays dividends.
Family of Man. Barbara Hepworth. 1970,
Hydra vs Bear. A fantasy, Jordy Kerwick. 2023.
Protomartyr. Elizabeth Frink. 1984. A bonze St. Stephen.
Barnsley Lump. David Nash. 1981. A lump of coal slowly disintegrating.
Whilst walking through the wheelchair accessible garden I meet one of the staff, Mick, a retired miner/mental health nurse/ Yorkshireman/grandfather and more. He was passionate about the sculpture park and works a few days a week as a general helper. Time well spent chatting to him.
Mick.
Buddha. Niki de Saint Phalle. 2000. Glistening mosaics.
Octopus. Marialuisa Tadei. 2011. More mosaics.
Sitting. Sophie Rider. 2007. The Mother hare.
Bag of Aspirations. Kalliopi Lemos. 2013. Outside the Camelia House. “human lives are valued less than their possessions”
Usagi Kannon II. Leiko Ikemura. 2013. Fukushima nuclear disaster,
A Needle Woman. Kimsooja. 2014. A needle weaving our lives.
Most obtuse quotation/interpretation so far –
“Overall my work can be summarised as an attempt to translate the longstanding historical and political ambitions of traditional figurative sculpture into a revised sculptural language appropriate to the current cultural situation. The aim of my work is to question certainties and stereotypes, introducing a variety of fact and fiction into sculpture that is descriptive but not representative of the ‘real’ world.” Kenny Hunter. Bonfire 2009.
And the most apt –
“it would be very nice to put sculpture on hillsides or in small valleys, or place them where you think it would be nice for them to be and for everybody to enjoy” Barbara Hepworth. 
Time for a coffee up at the café. Come back soon.
As you know I visited recently with daughter and granddaughter. Your post makes me realise another visit is now required. You have seen much that I didn’t. On the other hand there were items we saw which aren’t included in this selection, although I reckon you will have seen them. This venue must be in the top ten of the nations recording of the Arts both for its contents and its location.
I think your visit and stayover prompted me. They do keep changing the exhibits so a visit every 6 months wouldn’t go amiss.
(See part two of my selection soon)
A lot of familiar works in your post given my many visits over the years. “The Family of Man” – a complete version of it – is my absolute favourite.
But there’s so much at the YSP it’s impossible to se it all in a day – especially if the Underground Gallery, Longside and The chapel have something showing.
Longside is closed now, I never made it to the Weston despite being in there six hours. Missed loads of other stuff.
Never been here, but it’s on my list now. An overnighter or two, like you did, sounds the best way to do it justice.
Your list is getting longer, but at least you don’t need to go back to Ashurst Beacon.
Yep, been there, done that, got the slutchy trousers.
Let’s just say that there’s nothing there which would inspire me to visit. If I like any of of them at all it’s Hydra v Bear – most of them are dreadfully stupid or stupidly dreadful, and Mother Hare is just hideous. At least you enjoyed your visit.
Horses for courses Eunice. Don’t think you will find much to admire in my continuation posts, but you never know.