THE GORMLEY HAS LANDED
By 6pm this evening the contractors were packing up crane and tackle and tarpaulins and rowing boat, and preparing to leave. And Antony Gormley's figure stood alone in the evening sun, deep in reflection. It looks stunning.
A small group of strangers congregated on the nearby bridge, sharing information, comparing reactions.
An art student on his way to revise for a Modernism re-sit told me several things about Gormley which were incorrect.