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In lead, plaster cast, crude oil, clay, steel, inks, or bread, Antony Gormley is a sculptor. In this new collaborative exhibition with poet and architect Pavla Melková, Gormley’s faintly anthropological fascination with the human form and forms of humanity is entangled with Melková’s words and sustained across seven rooms in the Galerie Rudolfinum, Prague.

After passing through Rudolfinum’s grand neo-Renaissance interior–with its decorative cornices of dancing fawns and silk-draped nudes–on entering the first room of Antony Gormley / Pavla Melková, there is an immediate shedding of cultural weight and a feeling of a return to something that is straightforwardly grounded at a cruder, more base human level. Arranged sparsely on the walls are sets of Gormley’s sketches and ink paintings. They have a rawness in their inconsistent page sizes, formats, and torn edges. Pinned under glass, it's as if the loose leaves were specimens gathered from an abundant mass of similar works stacked in Gormley’s studio draws...

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