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Heroes and Villains in Public Sculpture

MaggiHamblingsOscarWildefooter_photocnualart One thing that has surprised about Vietnam (not that I’ve seen the whole country, I only just got here) is the lack of public sculpture. That’s probably a good thing, because the last thing a struggling country needs, in my opinion, is to put lots of public funds into squares and parks when the majority of the people’s basic needs aren’t met. Nonetheless, I was expecting to see monumental memorials and grand homages to political leaders, like the massive, rather elegant megaliths in Poland or Turkey. Maybe I have just not found them yet, and public sculpture is one of those things that often goes unnoticed anyway. Another bronze man on a bronze horse can pass you by more discretely than a boat in a giant glass bottle

And speaking of the Fourth Plinth, near Trafalgar Square in London lies one of my favourite public sculptures: ‘A Conversation with Oscar Wilde’  by Maggi Hambling. The title couldn’t be more inviting!

The piece is brilliant. Nice situation (though the sculpture has moved from next to St. Martin’s church to the pedestrian street behind it), the roughly drawn portrait that is Hambling’s trademark, the tactile black marble, and the dual role as mock tombstone and public bench, this is clever. Sitting next to a witty conversationalist, crafted by the powerful Maggi, you couldn’t be in better company. To me, this is heroic sculpture, and not those casts of hieratic politicians. Art doesn’t get more interactive than this – and it doesn’t even move or have a switch anywhere! Smart…
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Oscar Wilde

VnA_2010_photocnualart Had today been a leap year, it would still be February, LGBT month. Throughout the month, national institutions and public bodies in the UK have done their bit to raise awareness, erase prejudices and flag rainbows, no doubt. For my part, I went on an LGBT tour at the Victoria and Albert, a museum held its LGBT weekend alongside a very well puclicised digital festival. While the crowds were flocking to workshops that taught how to programme robots to self-destruct and all of that, I was listening to the story of ‘aesthetic dress’, and all things Wilde. I can now share with you that Oscar was a rather precocious wit, moulded by his Oxford rhetoric lessons as much as by his personality.  However, it wasn’t just a desire to shock or stand out that determined his choice of luscious, softly cut velvet clothing. As a Mason, he wore jackets that were tailored differently to run-of-the-mill ‘prèt-à-porter’. I did learn, however, that the short trousers and stockings were entirely his own addition to the outfit, and nothing to do with Freemasonry.

Among the exhibits mentioned on the tour, none were ever owned or worn by the playwright, but connections could be made anyway. Oscar, at a rather young age, it seems, felt that it was ‘difficult to live up to his blue and white china’. In the days when most men wore slippers embroidered with flowers, it seems hard to believe that this sensitive soul struggled to compete with the beauty of his dinner service. Ah, the demands of luxury!

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