I wondered if I had managed to wander over to the Cantor collection, or some other museum which held ancient works, dig up after centuries underground. I had not, it seems, and instead this statue has that feeling, only made of bronze and stainless steel.
Standing across from deKooning's Woman, it is a female body without a head or feet, rough, pocked. It is as if they had been worn away by time, wind, rain, sand. Whereas deKooning's woman appears to have been attacked, or at best defaced, this seems to have organically worn away.
It is a lovely piece, but I had trouble fitting it in with its surroundings. There is the Elsworth Kelly on one side, Motherwell guards the other, and though I understand in time that it belongs here, it doesn't FEEL like it belongs there, deKooning's Woman staring across at her. It actually feels more like the standing figure on the complete other side, or perhaps the Bay Area Figurativists, perhaps even Neri, though I can see how that would muddy the waters.
This piece is lovely, strange, and it makes me feel as if there is an idea within it. The idea that this is meant to stand as long as those works of Pharoahs and Emperors, that the art of th emid-20th Century is as sturdy in import as the works of Ozymanias, and we mighty should look upon them and tremble.
Christopher J Garcia - Curator, Fan Writer, Podcaster, and a guy who just loves art.