The Circus is prim and un-British in its perfection and amid a flowerbed can be found a golden egg, a sasso cosmico, a cosmic stone. The “Golden Egg of Canary Wharf”, a sculpture by Do Vassilakis-König, was not born out of the stock market or a dot com boom, but perhaps washed up from the Thames, a mysterious link between the new and the original, the city and the river, because whatever outfit the Wharf wears, the river will always surround it.
Canary Wharf, 1 Canada Square, London E14 5AB.
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Words by Robert Leeming
Photography Courtesy of Lynn Chadwick