Answer: Gormley is so focussed on the human form and his own body in particular because he wants to know what is the nature of the space a human being inhabits.

Explanation: Over the years Gormley has expanded into casting other people and large community projects. He has been recognised with the 1994 Turner Prize and an OBE and works such as Field, with its thousands of tiny clay figures staring so affectingly at the viewer, and his monumental Angel of the North have become some of the best-known contemporary art of the last few decades. Gormley's latest work to be shown in the UK, Another Place, again draws on his own body for the 100 cast-iron figures, made from 17 slightly different moulds, that will face the open sea for 3km either side of the tideline on Crosby Beach on Merseyside. The work deals with the theme of migration as the figures look out at a new horizon, but the complex administrative arrangements in staging it - he has had to come to an accommodation with a "horrendous variety of authorities", including the coastguards, the RSPB and various local government agencies - has also raised interesting questions.

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3 years ago

What emerging dictator of the Congo renamed it Zaire in 1965 and retained power into the 1990s

Nataly_w [17]

<span>Mobutu Sese Seko emerging dictator of the Congo renamed it Zaire in 1965 and retained power into the 1990's</span>

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4 years ago

3-4 Stanza inspired by Claire De lune <br> Help me !!!

tester [92]

Answer:

Votre âme est un paysage choisi

Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques

Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi

Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.

Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur

L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune

Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire à leur bonheur

Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,

Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,

Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres

Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau,

Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres.[1]

artildiana19 avatar

yan po yung french

Explanation:

Your soul is a chosen landscape

Where charming masquerades and dancers are promenading,

Playing the lute and dancing, and almost

Sad beneath their fantastic disguises.

While singing in a minor key

Of victorious love, and the pleasant life

They seem not to believe in their own happiness

And their song blends with the moonlight,

With the sad and beautiful moonlight,

Which sets the birds in the trees dreaming,

And makes the fountains sob with ecstasy,

The slender water streams among the marble statues.

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3 years ago