This is a statue in the Piazza Navona. A piazza is a large open area like an open square. This one had two big fountains. The two figures in the photograph represent two architects. The story goes that two architects were working on the same building. They were jealous and envious of each other and they wanted to discredit one another.
The figure in the fore-ground, whose head is covered by a cloth, represents the disdain and disgust its creator had for the other artist. The man's covered head represents the unwillingness of this artist to even gaze upon the other man's "lesser work." To make the point, this figure's entire head is covered and therefore, blinded. He can not look at the work of the other artist.
The figure in the background, with his hand held up as though is he protecting himself, was created by to other architect. The figure is portraying the idea that the first architect's work is so shabby that the building is about to fall down. It is conveying the workmanship is not trustworthy and he must protect himself.
Can you believe these guys? They created and carved two statues which reveal the hardness and petty jealousy of their hearts. On top of that, they have existed for centuries. Jealousy and callousness are not sources of productive inspiration.
How sad! I wonder how they felt 10 years or 20 years after the completion of these two statues? I wonder if they ever came to regret their petty, immature judgments? As it is, the two architects are remembered more for their foolishness than the quality of their work. They are more remembered for the "in your face" contempt for one another. What a regrettable lasting legacy.
Do you have any "statues" in your heart which communicate your hardness of heart; your unforgiveness; you envy, distrust, and disrespect? Do you want to be remembered for these things?
Instead, be remembered for the quality and consistency of your Christ-like character, your: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness and your self-control.
Praying for you today, Murphy