Yorkshire Sculpture Park - Elisabeth Frink and James Turrell
Passing south on the M1 the other day, we took the chance to journey into the space again. I've fallen in love with Elisabeth Frink's work lately ... most recently her shepherd with flock near St Paul's Cathedral. The Elisabeth Frink courtyard held these wonderful figures - I can see where Antony Gormley got his notion of naked male statues. While his are all of himself, I like the individuality and wildness of Frink's pieces.
Then on down to the new James Turrell installation, a transformation of the Deer Shelter into a space for contemplating the sky. You sit on a bench and lean against the walls of an inverted pyramid, so you can look up at the neat square cut into the ceiling. It was a place for reverence - though amusingly silence barely reigned. A group of women kept up voluble chatter, and when they left two men laying flat on their backs discussed the effects of every shift of light in their loud Yorkshire voices.
A friend is working as a photographer and filmmaker on the lifelong project of Turrell's out in the Arizona desert, where he is carving a similar 'light space' out of a volcano. Sitting in Yorkshire, I got to comprehend some of the reverence with which she holds this work. This had the sacred aspects of a kiva, they sky above as an ever shifting and wondrous artwork.