Dear Mr Moore,
I thought I knew you… Round breasted, reclining nude. Soft bodied carved from rock. Liquid metal, seeped into form, amongst the rolling hills of England. I hadn’t prepared for the power and the presence of your life’s work. Twisted joints, splintered bone, cut stone carving air. Every atom plays its part. Vibration. Sacred monoliths require a sacrifice, like ancient artefacts shaped by Neolithic ancestors, they call out to the Gods of old. Sun and Moon cast their shadows on the work of this miner’s son. A calling back into the earth.
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Henry Moore - ‘Sharing Form’ Hauser & Wirth Somerset. In collaboration with the Henry Moore Foundation and Mary Moore, the artist’s daughter.
28th May – 4th September 2022.