another place
DESCRIPTION
I was in the company of 100 men recently (well 84 precisely). Lucky me:))) I’ve seen Antony Gormley’s figures so many times in pictures but always wondered what they were looking at, what they meant to see. You can’t get this from pictures. I thought I better pay them a visit. When I was there I realised that they didn’t even have eyes. A pretence of life in their body (all actual size, textured, beginning to decay because of the sea), motionless iron made them into shadows, separated from living. I tried to capture these in my photographs but found this poem by Emily Dickinson that tells more (and better) about the feelings they generate together. I give you both. Enjoy.There is a solitude of space,A solitude of sea,A solitude of death, but theseSociety shall be,Compared with that profounder site,That polar privacy,A Soul admitted to Itself;Finite Infinity.TRANSCRIPT
ANOTHER PLACEAntony Gormley
Photographs by Sevtap Genc
