Dead Hero On Horseback
Aug. 8th, 2008 09:59 am So, we now know why the empty plinth in Trafalgar Square hasn't been permanently occupied yet; it has been earmarked (by whatever unelected clique really rules this island) for an equestrian statue of the present queen- to be erected after her death.
That is to say, for something of no artistic worth whatsoever, which future generations will ignore- just as we ignore the memorial statues on all the other plinths.
Because it's almost inconceivable that a real artist would be handed a commission like this, isn't it?
Or would want to undertake it.
It's not just that public expectations will restrict the artist to the bland and generic- though it's that too- it's also that the genre "dead hero on horseback" is completely moribund. For all the implicit drama, there's surprisingly little you can do with it. A horse is a horse is a horse- and there's not much variation you can work in the rider's pose either: the legs can only go so, the back must be straight, at least one arm must be holding the reins.
The problem was solved- back in the 1480s- by Andrea Del Verrocchio. His Colleoni monument (I'd post a picture, but I can't find a decent one online) is the genre's definitive masterpiece. Everything since restates or copies Verrochio- and suffers by comparison.
That is to say, for something of no artistic worth whatsoever, which future generations will ignore- just as we ignore the memorial statues on all the other plinths.
Because it's almost inconceivable that a real artist would be handed a commission like this, isn't it?
Or would want to undertake it.
It's not just that public expectations will restrict the artist to the bland and generic- though it's that too- it's also that the genre "dead hero on horseback" is completely moribund. For all the implicit drama, there's surprisingly little you can do with it. A horse is a horse is a horse- and there's not much variation you can work in the rider's pose either: the legs can only go so, the back must be straight, at least one arm must be holding the reins.
The problem was solved- back in the 1480s- by Andrea Del Verrocchio. His Colleoni monument (I'd post a picture, but I can't find a decent one online) is the genre's definitive masterpiece. Everything since restates or copies Verrochio- and suffers by comparison.
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Date: 2008-08-08 01:38 pm (UTC)I was struck when going into Westminster Abbey by the sheer tonnage of stray marble, all crammed in like a junk yard, commemorating dukes, soldiers and statesmen long forgotten. Prime Minister Canning, for example, who I only ever heard of because my mother was born and raised in a Canning Street (long since demolished).
So few of us gain immortality! Eat your heart out, Ozymandias, you have competition!
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Date: 2008-08-08 03:29 pm (UTC)The grant money was given to a local woman who worked in secret at first, then allowed people in to help a little, then worked in secret again.
Finally the huge piece was covered and hauled to the front of the library, where it was set in the middle of a prepared iris bed.
When the cover was taken off, the piece looked exactly like a huge blue tuba.
People like to set empty Coke cans in the tuba's top.
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Date: 2008-08-08 03:42 pm (UTC)I hope you'll post a picture of that.
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Date: 2008-08-08 03:53 pm (UTC)The holes that were their mouths were just the right size to take a cigarette. Thus was begun a long-standing local tradition which infuriated the sculptor. Job done.
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Date: 2008-08-08 11:59 pm (UTC)I used to live near the university that Bing Crosby didn't graduate from. (They tactfully hide the fact that he was thrown out.) The big bronze statue of him that stood outside Crosby Library featured a pipe which the sculptor, for convenience' sake, made detachable. Of course, stealing it (and replacing it with other things, including fake joints of marijuana made from rolled up paper bags) instantly became a major pastime for students. The university didn't have the common sense to weld the pipe in place, they just had fits every time it was stolen.
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Date: 2008-08-08 08:12 pm (UTC)There's a grand name, too--something like Invincible or Avante or Coriolis.
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Date: 2008-08-09 07:38 pm (UTC)It's strange how hard we are on bad poets. Bad novelists, bad playwrights get off much more easily- they're simply forgotten- but bad poets- or some of them, anyway- get held up as dreadful examples to subsequent generations.