They were all there: Sixteen cameras manned or womanned by people whose
crumpled clothes revealed they had driven from London. All of them, plus
others, with mobile phones ringing in an erratic chorus of irritating
jingly tunes. A dangerously skinny PR Lady who looked, in shades of beige
(including lipstick) from hair to spike-heeled boots, like a dress extra
from a Hugh Grant film. The famous Sculptor himself either still and
smiling or nervously darting from one place to another, the cameras
pointed at him the entire time. Four bulky workmen in puce tee shirts and
black jeans, ready for the signal to do the job. A steel plate levelled on
sand in the very centre of the circle, measured by steel tape and dowsing
rods, ready to receive its burden.
The Rollright Stones near Chipping Norton received their most unusual
visitor ever on Monday, 14 July, when a sculpture by Anish Kapoor,
Turning the World Inside Out, was installed until
August 26th as part of
the national celebration called Extraordinary Art, marking the centenary
of the National Art Collections Fund. Thankfully too remote a location for
a total media circus, the Stones received their visitor with a dignity
that appeared to have a calming effect on the press corps. Once revealed,
the sculpture gave back a strange fellow-feeling, and that mysterious,
immense calm returned to the site, redoubled by this extraordinary work of
art.
First, however, the sculpture had to be put in place. An almost-sphere
of stainless steel whose normal home is the Cartwright Hall in Bradford,
it arrived on a huge, soft-side lorry, accompanied on another lorry by a
squat, red and black loader. Wrapped in bands of plastic tape and vivid
green straps, the sculpture looked anything but a model of the globe seen
through contemplative eyes. The loader lifted it and carried it,
suspended, through trees and along a temporary track of large rectangles
of heavy plywood. Its driver, for all his tattoos and brawn, handled the
machine with the delicacy of a medical technician testing for evidence of
life. Setting the piece over its plate, he lowered it until it hovered
only an inch or two above ground while Kapoor found the correct
orientation and spun it a foot or so until he was satisfied and gave the
order to lower it. He wanted it aligned to the compass, an indentation
near its top looking to the South. In the hot sun, with the help of five
men, he turned it inches further to face the Whispering Knights crouched
against their hedgerow some five hundred metres across a golden field.
Then he gave the order to take away the harness and unwrap the sculpture.
In this setting, the piece is literally stunning. It is not a sphere
but an irregular ovoid of about four feet in diameter, the side almost
opposite the indentation being egg-like in its projection. At the
indentation, made like a deep dimple for the stem of a fantastical apple,
the polished steel takes in all it sees and narrows it down, scooping it
into whatever you wish to imagine is inside. On the smoothly curved flanks
the stainless steel reflects the sky and the stones and the parched grass,
but it changes the image. It has the quality of taking in the light
directed at it and clarifying it, returning the reflection with a sense of
distance that isn’t there in nature. It is the look of complacent
detachment and unmotivated satisfaction in a statue of the Buddha. Among
the ancient, very English Rollright Stones, this recast deity from another
culture looks as if it had come home, and you feel it ought to be emitting
a satisfied hum. Maybe it is, if we had the ears to hear it.
All credit to Dohn Prout, administrator and custodian of the site, for
seeing the opportunity and inviting this outstanding visitor. Credit too
to the sculptor, the owner and the Fund for listening to him and bringing
it here. The Rollright Stones are open free to the public on the 19 and 20
July as the Rollright Trust’s contribution to National Archaeology Days.
On other days, seven days a week from sunrise to sunset, the Stones and
their guest can be visited for only 50p. The sculpture will be removed on
26 August and taken to the Hayward Gallery on
London's South Bank, where it will reflect what it sees in a show
of the major works of art that have
been bought during the past century either by or with the help of the
National Art Collections Fund. It is almost a
shame, because Turning the World Inside Out seems, at the Rollright
Stones, to be in its rightful home.
And now the controversy
begins.........
Some extracts from an article by
Richard Ingrams (of "Oldie" fame) in the Observer on the 27th July....
In an obscure part of Oxfordshire, not far from
where I live, is an ancient stone circle, the Rollright Stones, dating
from about 2500BC. Should a visitor go there this summer to look at the
stones they may be surprised to to see in the centre of the circle a
huge, shining, steel egg-like object, which has made and put there by
fashionable "sculptor" Mr Anish Kapoor. Mr Kapoor says he is hoping,
with his giant egg, to make people look at art in new ways.......such is
the arrogance of some modern artists that they seem to think they have the
right to play about with the masterpieces of former times........It would
be specially unfortunate if Mr Kapoor's steel egg were damaged in any way
by deranged art lovers. No doubt they are having to guard it night and day
at considerable expense to local ratepayers.
Our own George Hummer has replied. Lets see if the
Observer publish his letter:
ROTTEN JOURNALIST
In an obscure corner of last Sunday’s Observer, under the heading
Rotten Egg, the elderly Richard Ingram demonstrated triumphantly that a
‘journalist’ needs neither facts nor direct observation to write a nasty
little piece of fogeyish invective using only press handouts and
misleading photos.
If Ingram had actually gone to the Rollright Stones (‘not far’ from
where he lives, he says) to see Anish Kapoor’s sculpture, he might not
have made such a fool of himself. Kapoor’s work is not a ‘sculpture’ with
wink-nudge punctuation, but the real thing. It is not an ‘egg’, the
sculpture having a deep indentation that gives point and beauty to it
which, unfortunately for Ingram, didn’t show up in the photograph he was
consulting. He would also have found at the Stones that the piece is not
‘huge’, and he would have seen for himself exactly what ‘the precise
connection is between the trendy [sic] Mr Kapoor and our Neolithic
ancestors.’ And if he had asked, he would have been told that the guarding
of the sculpture against deranged oldies is at no expense whatsoever to
the ratepayers.
The sculpture is here until 26 August. It costs only 50p to get onto
the site, and pathetic old geezers are frequently able to wheedle their
way in for nothing.