Saturday and Sunday were days of contrasts. I think I’ll have to split this over a couple of posts.
Saturday Morning
The train journey up to london went very well, except I disrupted Elaynes plans for the tube journey from Waterloo to Piccadilly, from where we were going to walk down to the Royal Academy such that we ended up going to Green Park, which I thought was closer any way (bearing in mind I’ve never been to the RA before). Any how, we arrived and met up with Helen and Mark and embarked on an exploration of the works of Antony Gormley. AG is probably most well known for two works; the Angel of the North and the metal figures on Crosby Beach in Liverpool. I’ve also seen those figures elsewhere, like Oxford. They seem to pop up.
Mr. Gormley is obviously a very deep thinker about his position in the universe and I think he tries to express that in his forms. There were two things I especially liked about about the exhibition; absolutely no restrictions about photography, and unless something was obviously delicate no prohibition on touching, indeed, several pieces demanded interaction.
The one with the bands contained 8km of aluminium tubing, which you could either walk around or through, which a lot of people did! Of course there were quite a few off AG’s metal men, in a room at all angles on floor, wall and ceiling. What are you supposed to think at things like this, it reminded me of an Escher drawing, and strangely a sequence in 2001 A Space Odyssey (the waitress transitioning from vertical to horizontal during Floyd’s Earth-Moon transfer).
It was a very interesting morning.
