I went on the opening day!
It was an extraordinary experience of observing human forms; finding oneself staring transfixed at bodily details.
Peering into the worlds of human beings frozen in time.
At times the gallery crowd became part of the scene.
The Wild Man’s vulnerability was exacerbated by the disparity in his size contrasting with who controlled the space.
Yet the disparity of scale was turned upside down with these two ladies who totally controlled the space with their distrust.
One’s attention couldn’t not be drawn to the intricacies of the external form and the brilliance of Mueck’s technique.
With the human body but a vessel taking us on our life’s journey…
I found myself being drawn into what was going on unseen within
the thoughts, feelings and desires dwelling deep within his subjects ~ their hopes and fears for the future…
and their unfulfilled aspirations taken unnoticed with them to their death bed.
Stepping back outside and into the real world… the evening light was falling on Brisbane…
Or was it Gotham City?!
Have you seen any of Ron Mueck’s work?
How did you respond?