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| Running Man. |
To the impressively curated
Elisabeth Frink exhibition at
Nottingham Lakeside Arts . . . How lucky we are to have her sculptures locally accessible like this — and free parking and free admission too.
What I personally love about
Frink's figures is the roughed-up nature of the surfaces. No
Brancusi,
Moore or
Hepworth-style polished smoothness here — all is pitted, cut and worked with chisels, surforms and scrapers applied both to the original plaster model then to the final bronze cast. Her hero was
Alberto Giacometti, and you can see his influence. Her work may be more figurative and less modernist than many of her contemporaries, but so what? Those naked men and staring heads, those menacing birds and rolling horses reveal a distinct and uncompromising individual vision — a vision which reveals a profound empathy with animal and mankind, and, at times, attains an almost religious intensity.
I came out of the exhibition moved and exhilarated. Later, when Christmas shopping in Nottingham city centre, everything in the shops — even supposedly arty stuff — seemed cheap, vulgar, commercial, cynical and totally lacking in any depth, subtlety or significance. Thank God for the saving grace, healing power and visionary truth of real art, and thank God for the inspirational Elisabeth Frink.
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| Walking Madonna. This was the only female figure Frink ever sculpted. |
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| A monumental male head. The stark unsentimentality is typical of Frink's work. |
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| A mock-up of Frink's Dorset studio. |
