'The element of time that involves the spectator concerns

reflection. The work presents a point of stasis between

origin and becoming. The spectator completes and in a

sense becomes the work, by a reflective action of relinking

the work with the world.'

Gormley's Mass and Empathy - Gulbenkian 2004

VSPRS - Alain Platel/Frabrizio Cassol

"Lord,

make me an instrument of your peace;

where there is hatred, let me sow love;

when there is injury, pardon;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, joy.

Grant that I may not so much seek

to be consoled as to console;

to be understood, as to understand,

to be loved as to love;

for it is in giving that we receive,

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying..

that we are born to eternal life."

Saint Francis of Assisi

Peace Prayer

" Da luz que os meus olhos vêem, tão pura..."

'Just Step Outside'

"Sculpture as:

Souvenir, memory, mnemonic.

Object as witness.

Marker in space and time.

Tableau, actor in narrative.

As measure.

Self-referential container.

As body: beautiful, surrogate, ideal.

Revealing the grain or structure in the material.

The found object.

Formal proposition." by Antony Gormley

Mass and Empathy - Gulbenkian

Gormley

"Jimmy Gator - The book says:

We might be through with the past

but the past ain't through with us."

In Magnolia By Paul Thomas Anderson

Gormley's Mass and Empathy - Gulbenkian 2004

"I was thinking that I might fly today

Just to disprove all the things you say

...

I have this theory that if we're told we're bad

Then that's the only idea we'll ever have

But maybe if we are surrounded in Beauty

Someday we will become what we see!" By Jewel

"Then when you let it

You asked for nothing

Why don't you s h a r e it?

All of the time you live

There's something out there"

In Stars and Sons by Broken Social Scene

"And there's too much going on . . .

But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.

Under the waves in the b l u e of my oblivion." By Fiona Apple

Sista!