Lucy Glendinning is a sculptor and installation artist, who works in a contemporary British sculpture tradition. Here, different aesthetic expressions are brought together under one central entry point: the human body as a semiotic medium. For Glendinning, art is the primary tool for investigating psychological and philosophical themes. Her work is thus permeated by a conceptual content, superior to the value of aesthetics. That does not imply that the artistic performance is lacking, on the contrary, she is seducing the observing eye by emphasing subtle expressions and presenting a stunning craftsmanship.
Glendinning says that her
public works have substance, but the nature of a public work is also to be easily accessible. One is supposed to pass it on the street, and in a brief moment understand what the work is communicating. In my studio pieces, I am more personal and problematizing. The result is therefore much more intimate and the thematic content heavier.
Indeed, her sculptures have a distinct introspective nature, with a beauty imbued with a disturbing atmosphere.
The artist’s way of cleverly combining paradoxical qualities are revealed in the twisted combinations of tenderness and brutality, empathety and ignorance, stillness and movement. In the work “Baby Jesus”, a number of symbolic layers from Glendinning’s psychological fabric are brought together. Here, elements from a rural middle class home in the countryside are combined with a body position automatically associated with the crucifixion, united in a hybrid child, allowing for a diversity of interpretations on values, sacrifice and tradition.
The suite “Feather Child” originates from Glendinning’s fascination with visions of a future society. The feathered children are embodied questions, where the artist is asking us if we, in a world where our genetics could be freely manipulated, will be able to resist altering our physical abilities. Will necessity or vanity be the ruling power? Will we act collectively or as individuals? The fragility of the feathers is simultaneously mirroring the perhaps most classic tale of human hubris: the fate of Icarus in Greek mythology. How far can humanity progress before everything falls apart?