The first thing you notice is the frumpy tweed overcoat. Realistic bobbling. Fussy check. Bit pedantic, bit GCSE. Then the smooth, dull face. Enough wrinkles, modelling, to define age, but not really enough to examine character with any realism. She’s hard to read. It’s not the face of someone happy to be here. It’s more the face of someone enduring small talk. Maybe she’s being mansplained to?
The unveiling of Gillian Wearing’s statue to suffragist Millicent Fawcett in Parliament Square is no doubt a cause for celebration. For if the suffrage movement was about anything it was about the right of iffy female artists to be allowed to make mediocre, stiff bronzes and to receive just as much blind acclaim as iffy male ones.
Wearing’s commitment to equality is deep – aesthetic as well as political. Her work reaches out to its neighbours in aesthetic kinship.
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