If you’re put off by the horrendous queue of tourists at the Musée D’orsay, at least come and see this hunk of bronze outside. No ticket required.
This is one of the first pieces of art I ever saw in Paris. Most people go straight for the Mona but I’d been rightfully warned about the anti-climax involved.
It’s great when a piece of art makes you feel small, admittedly it doesn’t take much for me with my grand height of 5’ 2”, but next to this guy I felt tiny. He’s almost twice my height.
Having never seen a rhinoceros in the wrinkly flesh I’m no expert on how accurate Jacquemart’s beast is but I can imagine I’ve got more of an idea than the visitors of 1878’s world exhibition would’ve had when it was first shown. They must’ve been terrified. Intimidating whilst clumsy, the temperament of the sculpture is a fitting symbol of the ‘discoveries’ and ‘conquests’ that were taking place in the rhino’s home at the time.
During the exhibition the rhinoceros was shown alongside a horse, a bull and an elephant. I’ve lost count of how many horse sculptures there are in this city so the other three must’ve been a refreshing change.
Here outside the Musée D’orsay the horse remains a loyal companion to his rhinoceros cousin, but has inevitably become invisible as passers-by take turns for another quick snap next this creature which, although has the air of a big brute, in reality is one of the world’s most hunted.
"The Imaginary Historian"
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