What great photos! I've seen pictures of one of those iron men before, but didn't know there were hundreds of them. I am amused that the small boy is clutching his own willy as he points to the iron man's equivalent. And love the Art Deco hotel (is it?) in the penultimate picture. I feel sure Poirot will wander into view at any minute!
I think the hotel is authentically deco- or at least the bit that's standing proud is- but it's current status is apartment block- not hotel- and I think it's only recently been refurbished and- perhaps- extended.
that's really lovely. I'd love to see those men in person.
They are men of character.....
Incidentally, they were all cast from a mould of the artist's body
I like these for the same reason I like Andy Goldsworthy (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Goldsworthy
). The fact that the installation subject to the vicissitudes of nature, that each of these men is buried at high tide, is so perfect. (Though it must make it hard on the lifeguards.:))
Yes, I like Goldsworthy too.
It's a happy accident that the iron men have ended up in the sea. Their first postings were, I believe, on dry land.
I was thinking of Andy Goldsworthy too...although his pieces tend to be subsumed back into nature rather quickly don't they?
I didn't realise there were either so many of them or that they were now sited in just the one place. I remember Private Eye doing a series of cartoons placing the men in ever-increasing places that would cause confusion and discomfort. On the edge of the cliff at Beachy Head being one of them.
Great art! :)
I believe there are Gormley figures elsewhere. I've seen a picture of one of them standing in the crypt of a cathedral. They take their meaning from their setting, I think.
That's very interesting and it must cause an impression to see them swallowed up at high tide. Do people stay to watch that?
The photo of teh little boy pointing is wonderful.
I'm sure they do.
They wouldn't have to wait long. The tide comes in very fast at Crosby.
The picture of the boy was a lucky chance. I didn't realise I'd caught him pointing until I reviewed the pictures afterwards.
So now they're fixed here in perpetuity- or until the sea eats them up.
Those are wonderfully strange. I'd love to see the rest at low tide.
We'll have to go back again...
The second photo with the little boy is priceless!
Thanks. It was a lucky shot. I didn't realise I'd caught his gesture until afterwards.
That's a priceless shot of the boy pointing while holding his own crotch. Delightful!
My mother taught art, and she sighed every year during art history when she brought out Venus Emerging, because the boys would snicker and point.
I loved that one when I was a nipper.
Love the picture with the little boy!
i can't believe i've never heard of these. they're so evocative. and... sad, somehow.
They're wonderful, aren't they? I wish I lived a little cloiser- and could visit them in all weathers.