I did like the way these beach statues had been adopted and adapted: many of them had been dressed or painted - not great if you're precious about art remaining untouched, but it's only a milder version of what the weather and tides do anyway.
Tuesday, 7 July 2020
Daily photos no. 68: Gormley
We took another wander along the north-west coast on a blazing hot day to have a look at the Anthony Gormley statues scattered along the beach at Crosby, near Liverpool. I'm always a little undecided about his work - they're always so blank – as though they either have nothing to say or provide a clean sheet for the viewer to provide all the meaning. Is that genius or not? I saw the field of creepy little clay figures in a disused church in Shrewsbury and found them really affective, though what that affect was I can't quite grasp. Perhaps simply a sense of the uncanny.
I did like the way these beach statues had been adopted and adapted: many of them had been dressed or painted - not great if you're precious about art remaining untouched, but it's only a milder version of what the weather and tides do anyway.
I did like the way these beach statues had been adopted and adapted: many of them had been dressed or painted - not great if you're precious about art remaining untouched, but it's only a milder version of what the weather and tides do anyway.
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