Wednesday, 27 January 2010
IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?
There's something unnerving about Anthony Gormley's men strung out along Crosby beach.
When the tide's out they're comfortable companions that people thread in and out among in a kind of animate/inanimate interaction. They photograph each other beside the figures, look out to sea to discover what it is the figures are facing, cuddle them, even drape them with sweaters and jackets.
But when the tide comes sneaking in, creeping slowly up the figures' bodies until only their metal heads are visible it makes you begin to ask questions -
What do they mean? What are they looking at/for? Are they sad or sinister?
And what do we mean? What are we looking for/at?