Etruscan angels

They stand in the main square of the old town, at the city hall entrance, in front of the Church of St. Michael, by the medieval laundry, in the Etruscan museum, and in the cloister courtyard of the art gallery. Men, women, and horses. It’s as if they were grotesque figures from László Réber's works – vulnerable yet protective, like angels or perhaps the genius spirits of the forgotten Etruscan…