Elisabeth Frink

(1930-1993)

Back in Harlow.

With no great offence to Harlow, I wasn’t planning to re-visit the town.  But seeing it in daylight as opposed to the December early night is a better way to enjoy the space.  What I didn’t pick up on last year, was that it held the title of the world’s first ‘Sculpture Town’ in 2010 and a large abstract piece along the dual carriageway welcomes me into the place.

My visit around Christmas last year saw me proudly ticking off 5 statues only to realise somewhere north on the M1 and around 200 miles away that I had missed one off the list.

No big deal, I guess.  There’s a statue to a woman named Julia to see at the Harlow Playhouse – a replica had been previously viewed last year, tucked away in a quiet in a cul-de-sac.  Yes, it is a named statue although fictional but I’m in Harlow and it’s rude not to.  I pass by the water gardens where Elisabeth Frink’s ‘Boar’ stands, floating above the water.  Nearby there is ‘Eve’ by Rodin.  Auguste Rodin!  In Harlow!  There’s also ‘Kora’ – a fictional female statue tucked away on the high street.

But enough digression.  I can’t miss this one again.

Sculptor and printmaker, Elisabeth had early success, selling work to the Tate Gallery when she was still a 21 year-old student at Chelsea College of Art.  Much of her work features animals, male nudes and nature, with her last work being the ‘Risen Christ’ for Liverpool Cathedral installed a week before she died in 1993.

Elisabeth already stands tall outside Coventry’s Herbert Gallery but the original cast is a grade II listed piece purchased by Harlow Art Trust soon after it was created.  I check the sites, use Google maps, but am struggling to find it.  I flag down a couple who seem slightly embarrassed (in the way that only Brits can be) when they cannot help locate it.  But they needn’t be.  I return to where I think it should be and there I spot it.  Or at least I spot the spot.  A traffic cone perched on an empty plinth (another quintessentially British gesture).  There’s no mistaking that this is where she should be.  Frustrating.  But is it art?