Friday, July 17, 2015
sculpted space within and without by Antony Gormley
I grew up in the 50's and when I was about 6 I had to have an enforced rest. My bed was in a tiny hot space, so I told myself not to move. I found that the space would get darker and cooler and larger, and after a few months I found that I looked forward to it.
There are no things there.
It is limitless, it is endless.
That's the space that sculpture can connect us with.
Is art about trying to imagine what lies beyond the horizon?
Can we use the memory of a body to capture elemental time?
placed across 3 square miles at the mouth of the Mersey river
just outside of Liverpool.
Another Place by Antony Gormley
I visited last week (on my birthday). The tide was going out.
The words in italics are bits I wrote down while listening to Antony Gormley speak. (here)