Went to the Holburne Museum to see Presence, an exhibition I saw advertised. I'm a big fan of Ron Mueck and travel to see his work so seeing he had a piece in Bath I had to go. As you enter you meet a perfect reproduction of Henry Moore, so real you feel rude looking at him too long, in Henrys real clothes. Quite a slight fella he was. Never liked his work much. Perhaps because, growing up in Leeds he was a son of the city and his lumpen bronze forms were wallpaper or background noise. Kim Newman bends what it is to be real with her skills, though.
There is Brancusi, Degas and Giacometti to give the show some gravitas but Daphne Wrights two boys heald me more. Like they're holding on tight as their forms are frozen in time for us to keep. Muecks sleeping face loses a bit from being surrounded by other work. It needs its own room. Dan Browns' Yoko xxi stood out for me too; a slender bob cut girl surrounded by old mens sculpture. Mark Quinn, another favourite of mine but not represented too well with a DNA piece that gains nothing from seeing in the flesh. Good show, though. Go.
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