A week ago we were in Ilfracombe, North Devon. The town has a relatively new attraction: a gigantic (20 metres tall) stainless steel and bronze sculpture titled "Verity", created by Damien Hirst in 2012. The statue stands on the pier overlooking the sea, and will stay there for twenty years, loaned to the town by the artist, who lives locally.
It's a controversial statue to say the least. Some love it, some hate it, but it sure attracts visitors and conversation.
From this angle, we see a beautiful pregnant woman (reminiscent of Degas' Little Dancer)
She stands on a bunch of law books, holding up a sword, with fierce determination. Behind her back she holds a small scale. So far this is allegory of truth and justice.
But this is not all. You walk around and the other side of the statue reveals parts of the anatomy of the woman: her muscles where the skin is peeled back, the foetus inside her womb, the milk ducts in her breast, and we go even deeper as the right side of the woman's face is stripped back to the skull.
What does it all mean? People are guessing. I feel it's about transparency. If you fight for the truth, for justice, you need to strip yourself down to your core and hide nothing. There's also a strong sense of mortality being brought into focus on a very physical level, whilst depicting a new life.
What do you think, Ladies? Any other interpretations?
You can't help being impressed. The sheer size of the sculpture is breathtaking. It's an incredibly powerful image. From certain angles there is unquestionable beauty, from others it's truly disturbing, at least until you get used to the revelations. It brings you under its spell. You can't stop looking at it. You want to spend time around it, think about it, talk to people about it. But it's uncomfortable. It makes you feel so many contrasting feelings and thoughts, it's unsettling.
It's impossible to answer the question "Do you like Verity?" But I don't think you're actually supposed to like it. You're supposed to do exactly what we did. Walk round it. Look at it from all angles. Think about it. Talk about it. Have a bunch of weird thoughts and theories about it. Tell people about it. Intrigue them. Make them go and look at it themselves. Bring people into the town. Boost tourism. Help the local businesses.
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Interestingly, there is another fairly recent statue of a young girl in Infracombe, - seemingly impossible to find out the name of the sculptor. The figurine was commissioned by the parents of a 14 year old Russian girl, Ekaterine, who was in town learning English, and on a foggy day on an excursion to a local hill, she fell off the cliffs to her death in 2000.
This statue draws you in, enchants you before you get close enough to read the background story. It's less than life size, a delicate little sprite dancing in the wind. Her dress faintly suggests wings on her back, but it's just an idea. You can't help but adore it. Once you know the story, you can't help being moved by it. But it's not depressing. The statue is delightful. It's a beautiful testimony of love, life and spirit.
Two statues of young women. Two very different artistic and other motivations. Two very different set of reactions.