I BOW BEFORE NO DEITIES, WORSHIP NO IDOLS, yet the ‘Rock Angel’ materialises from a downpour like an enlightened vision holding answers to forbidden questions. Curiously, the divine-looking, crowned copper statue on the Chronical of Georgia is throwing ‘hand-horns’ – the international symbol of rock’n’roll – in sassy contrast to her pious gaze.
For some, perhaps, she’s confirmation that “God gave rock’n’roll to you”, as glam-rockers Kiss once prophesised. But I consider the Rock Angel a gatekeeper of the shadowy realm of yet-to-be-rediscovered Soviet-era treasures in southern Caucasus travel-nirvana Georgia.
Creator Zurab Tsereteli’s in-joke is hidden in plain sight among the intense, immense historical
