"Still Standing," Gormley calls them, these figures, lego-like though individual in poses of becoming, caught in the fraction of a second before or after static balance turns to something more dynamic. They have thrust themselves upon The Hermitage, are acting out an undisclosed scenario.
Unlike the Gormley castings of himself that brood, create an ambience, a climate, mood, a tone, a tenor, or quality of feeling:
unlike the figures they've displaced; unlike the best of Ancient Greece and Rome who form no ties and correspond with no one, near or far, in or beyond their milieu... still standing but about to spring to launch themselves, to go to war...
Still standing never standing still.
My warmest thanks to all who visitied, and especially to those who left comments, while I was a way. It is good to be back and blogging once again, even after spending a pleasant few days in The Cotswolds, about which I shall no doubt post anon. Thanks again.