Just before the opening, however, she suffered a heart attack.
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In Chelsea, she oversaw the installation of twenty-nine oil paintings from the last decade or so, including a series of enormous canvases depicting the violent crashing of waves entitled “Wall of Water.” Other works, from a series called “Edge” and a collection about animals in captivity, express her rage over climate change and “the way we’re fucking up the world,” she told me. In September, she will have another show in Suffolk. This spring, Hambling had her first solo show in New York, “Maggi Hambling: Real Time,” at the Marlborough Gallery in Chelsea. For a long time, she had a rule that she could not be photographed without a cigarette and a scowl. In person, Hambling is performative and witty, with wild gray curls and a cap on a front tooth in a shade she describes as Yves Klein blue.
“In some ways, I think she’s always been something of an outsider.” Brown, whom Hambling tutored, told me, “She’s always been very uncensored, and not really worried about what people thought. Her work “doesn’t fit that easily into any given period or set of styles or school,” the art critic and novelist James Cahill told me. Renowned as a portraitist, she has paved a path for a wide swath of younger British artists, including Sarah Lucas, Tracey Emin, and Cecily Brown, though she remains difficult to categorize. Over the years, from her studios in London and Suffolk, where she lives with her longtime partner, the artist Tory Lawrence, Hambling has embraced, and occasionally played up, a public persona as both a national treasure and a queer icon-an emissary from old Soho and the swinging sixties. (She is fond of quoting Oscar Wilde’s maxim, “When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself.”) In her youth, she dressed in top hats and feather boas for outlandish cabaret nights, and later fell in love with Francis Bacon’s longtime muse, Henrietta Moraes, the Queen of Soho. Since at least the nineteen-eighties, Hambling, one of Britain’s most prolific and controversial artists, has been letting the public fight it out over her work. Photograph by James Veysey / Shutterstock Hambling’s sculpture for Mary Wollstonecraft, in Newington Green, North London. “I just thought, Let them get on with it. “I had to take the telephone off the hook when that Wollstonecraft thing blew up,” Hambling, who is seventy-six, later told me. Someone had dressed her up in a silver toga-like garment and a knit cap. A small group had gathered around the naked figure. I visited the statue shortly after it went up on a village-like square, called Newington Green, where Wollstonecraft briefly lived and where she founded a school for girls, in 1784. That hasn’t stopped critics from making their own sartorial additions. Put someone in period dress and they become part of history. “Put someone in country tweeds and they become horsey. In an interview in the Guardian, she argued, “There are plenty of schlongs honouring men in art.” “The figure had to be nude because clothes define people,” she explained. “What sort of surprised me was the objection to the naked figure,” she told BBC Radio 4’s “Today” program. In the months after the unveiling, the artist behind the work, Maggi Hambling, gave interviews explaining that the statue was not meant to be a literal depiction of Wollstonecraft, but, rather, as one inscription on its plinth reads, “for Mary Wollstonecraft.” (Another inscription: “I do not wish women to have power over men but over themselves.”) The figure at the top depicted an “everywoman,” she said. This isn’t it.” Still, when was the last time that Wollstonecraft, the author of “ A Vindication of the Rights of Woman,” went viral?
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“Admirers like me never expected to be left contemplating whether she had a full bush.” On Twitter, the writer Caitlin Moran joked that the streets would soon be full of “statues depicting John Locke’s shiny testicles,” and the historian Simon Schama wrote that he had “always wanted a fine monument to Wollstonecraft. “Was a tiny, silver, ripped nude really the correct way to honour ‘the mother of feminism’?” a writer for the Guardian asked. Mostly, they disliked the small sculpted woman at the statue’s top, and her attire: she had none. Critics objected to the monument’s swirling, amorphous base and its silvery color. When the first statue dedicated to Mary Wollstonecraft-pioneering feminist, patron saint of loudmouthed women-finally went up in a park in North London, in the fall of 2020, some two hundred years after her death, the public reaction was swift and extreme.
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