24 May 2026 – Mostly red. One great swirl of red.

The title of this 1981 steel sculpture (Alan Chung Hung) is Spring. Of course it is! Even with that bit of temporary fencing on the left, we can see that the structure is a spring, a handsome great spring that earns its keep — or would have us believe it earns its keep, holding up the second level of Robson Square.

I play along.

See? There’s a sturdy spring end, doing its job.

I’m used to this particular joke, so my attention moves on, enjoys the play of sculpture with context: the light, the shadows, the plaza lines of Robson Square, the hints of the BC Provincial Law Courts above, the stripe of green shrubbery, the bicycles.

I move in, start prowling, curious to see the play from different angles.

Peer low: glimpses of that upper level, one fragment of the magic on display over my head, the marriage of Arthur Erickson‘s architecture with Cornelia Hahn Oberlander’s landscape architecture to create the flowing, harmonious Law Courts whole.

Peer high: a view the other way, back toward downtown city towers.

Come closer, peer through the spiral — and frame another photographer. (Photographing the architecture, please note; not himself.)

Come even closer and, in all this sunlight, the uniform gloss of the red starts to break up.

Come even closer than that, and my eye starts telling me lies. Look! it says; alternating twists of silver & red! My brain knows this isn’t true, and my eye doesn’t care. It sees what it sees. Or… “sees.”

Time to back up a little? Restore agreement between eye & brain?

Still close, but at a different angle. All the spirals are once again red. Set off by the green of that modest, meticulously placed, line of shrubs-in-tubs.

One more re-angle, and now the spirals and their reflections bounce back and forth across the line of shrubs. I imagine an invisible tennis ball of light rays, flashing across that net of visible green…

And then, I walk on.

Deliberately one street over, now southbound on Howe…

where a cascade of Oberlander greenery washes my eye clean of all that red.