Thursday 13 September 2018

The mystery monument

At first it looked like a simple repair job by the town council. A couple of workmen had been assigned to relay some paving. We watched approvingly from a cafe table as they prised up the slabs - good idea! In this location especially we could do without raised edges, right at the crossing of pedestrian streets near San Sebastián’s main square.

By the following day, however, it was evident that this was more than routine maintenance. The two guys were digging a trench, surrounded protectively by the council’s smart plastic barriers. And a small pile of building blocks had been delivered.

This is one of the town’s prime sites, which used to be occupied by an ornate wooden kiosk selling newspapers and magazines, cigarettes, toys, sweets and rolls of film. The kiosk was a social centre for casual conversation, arguments about football and illicit reading of newspapers on their rack. Sadly, it suffered from woodworm, dry rot and old age and eventually had to be dismantled, its role being transferred to a proper shop on one of the pedestrian streets. A silent remnant lingers as faint, wiggly lines of brown sealant on the paving, outlining where the kiosk floor used to be.

But now the two workmen were apparently creating something new and significant. They laid a bundle of tubular plastic conduits in their trench, refilled it and built a low, square plinth on top. We watched as one of them cemented dark grey tiles around its periphery.

This was going to be some kind of monument, then. Plinth, monument. Obviously. Perhaps a statue or a sculpture. And four holes had been drilled in the paving around its periphery, suggesting concealed lighting - this new monument was important enough to be comprehensively illuminated.

We asked one of the workmen what it was going to be.

Colón,’ he responded succinctly. Ah, of course! We should have guessed. Cristóbal Colón, Christopher Columbus. The clue lay in the timing. We were now approaching the sixth of September which is Columbus Day on the island of La Gomera. In fact there’s a whole week of Columbus Days, the Jornadas Colombinas.

I’ve mentioned before the importance of Columbus in this island’s history (Columbus and the Countess, 13 September 2016) and the small bronze bust that sits proudly beside the house where he replenished his water barrels. The bust is politely described as modernista in style. It’s an interpretation rather than a portrait. Columbus is detectably human but with features distorted painfully sideways as though by a fierce hurricane or the irresistible flow of human history.

Would this new monument be something similar? Another gale-blown interpretation would be quite appropriate, it’s always windy on this particular corner. Or an abstract sculpture? Symbolising adventure, discovery, the urge to breach boundaries, sail new oceans, conquer new challenges!

The workmen said they hadn’t seen it, they’d just been told to build a plinth.

I missed the crucial next stage when they mounted the thing itself on its plinth but in any case it wouldn’t have helped because it remained closely wrapped in black plastic. The shape of this dark bundle, with a small, rounded top and a huge bulge at its midpoint, was strongly suggestive of a pregnant gorilla.

As launch day approached the pace of preparations heated up. There was a problem with one of the lights, the plinth needed grouting and the black plastic wrappings were trying to escape in the gusty winds.

On the day itself the winds continued to frolic as the monument’s creator (a young woman) and two council officials attempted to replace the black plastic wrappings by a much smarter cloak of red satin, without revealing what lay beneath. It ended up trussed by multiple cords within its gala day satin like a mad bishop constrained for transport.

A workman was still crouched in front of the plinth, fixing a commemorative plaque, as the shadows of the island’s president and the town’s mayor fell across him. He withdrew with seconds to spare before the speeches began.

The artist expressed her pleasure at being asked to participate in such an important event.

The mayor expressed his pleasure that attending the event were representatives from Huelva, the port in the south of Spain from which Columbus had departed for La Gomera.

The president expressed his pleasure that on the sixth of September in 1492 Cristóbal Colón had set off westwards across the Atlantic on his way to discover the New World, and the island from which he set sail was La Gomera. There is only one Isla Colombina, and this is it!

The artist, mayor and president then began tugging at the monument’s bindings to release it. The satin sheath came away without mishap and was handed to an assistant, where it fluttered like a flag as the audience broke into applause. Mainly from relief, I suspect, because the monument was instantly recognisable as a human being.

It’s rather a fine statue of Columbus, dignified but not boring, and it even includes a little symbolism to satisfy the intellectual. The admiral stands in front of a waist-high pedestal that supports a globe. His right hand rests on the globe as though taking possession of the world while his left hand holds a permit to do so from the Spanish Crown. I’m guessing about that, it’s just a scroll.

Most of all I like a little joke the artist has incorporated. Inspect the globe beneath the admiral’s hand more closely and you’ll see that the large continent on view is not Asia or Europe or Australia or even the most logical choice, the Americas. No, it’s an enhanced version of the island of La Gomera, and around it are the other six Canary Islands. A world occupied entirely by Canary Islands would be a big improvement in my opinion.



Notes for the serious student
Our new statue was sculpted by Cintia Machín, a young artist from Lanzarote. It looks like bronze with an attractive green patina, but is actually made of resin which is lighter to handle and presumably less costly. So far it has survived the many children who climb around the plinth and the many visitors who take selfies while embracing Christopher Columbus like a favourite uncle.

Given that his Spanish name is Colón I developed an instant theory that this is the root of the English word colony and its derivatives - colonise, colonial etc - which would make a very satisfying ending to this little account, but unfortunately it’s rubbish. It comes from the Latin colonus which means someone who farms the land, a settler.