‘Not a vulnerable object of anyone’s gaze’ … Lady in Blue on the fourth plinth. Photograph: Kin Cheung/AP View image in fullscreen ‘Not a vulnerable object of anyone’s gaze’ … Lady in Blue on the fourth plinth. Photograph: Kin Cheung/AP Fourth plinth Review Tschabalala Self’s Lady in Blue review – this striding scupture fills the fourth plinth with humour and life Trafalgar Square, London The swaggering statue’s luscious collision of brown and blue could stop traffic – and serves as a reminder of the big, beautiful, multicultural world we enjoy
Jonathan Jones Thu 10 Sep 2026 17.09 CEST Last modified on Fri 11 Sep 2026 03.30 CEST Share Prefer the Guardian on Google I t hit me like a thunder clap. One moment I was bored and irritated by the official speeches before the unveiling of Tschabalala Self’s sculpture on the fourth plinth, which so insisted on its sociopolitical worth it sounded like Soviet propaganda. Then the covering slid off and I was in love with the Lady in Blue.
Self has created one of the most beautiful sculptures put on Trafalgar Square’s empty plinth – and I don’t mean that in a cool, formalist way. There is a serious danger of traffic accidents as drivers passing the square stare a little too long at the Lady’s generous proportions, her long stride in platform shoes, her intensely physical, confident being.
Read more Lady in Blue brilliantly exploits the potential of the long rectangular plinth, built in 1841 for an equestrian statue that was never erected, to encompass a lolloping human gait. This is a homage to walking, and to Umberto Boccioni’s futurist strider Unique Forms of Continuity in Space , with Self’s figure extrapolated upward from her wide and fast walk, a massive curved leg thrusting forward out of her draping blue skirt, her head held high, but not absurdly high.
This is no colossus but a statue that takes its scale and life from the surrounding city. There, I’ve said it: statue. The most memorable works on the fourth plinth, ever since it became a site for temporary art works back in 1999, have usually been human figures. To Mark Wallinger’s Ecce Homo and Marc Quinn’s Alison Lapper Pregnant , we can now add Self’s Lady as proof that what we really want and maybe need to see on a plinth is the human form, alive, profound and sexual.
View image in fullscreen It might melt withered hearts with its panache … onlookers admire Lady in Blue. Photograph: Justin Tallis/AFP/Getty Images What you first notice is the sheen of this polychrome woman: sunlight glints on her polished, plasticky surface as if she were covered from head to toe in nail varnish. Then your eyes adjust to the glare and you feel the luscious collision of brown flesh and heavenly blue. The blue is that of lapis lazuli, the rare mineral mined in Afghanistan that for millennia was coveted for jewellery and, then, for the most ethereal and expensive painter’s blue: ultramarine.
It connects Lady in Blue with the paintings in the National Gallery behind it, many of which use ultramarine, maybe most of all with Bronzino’s brazenly erotic Allegory With Venus and Cupid , which sets hard flesh against silky blue. Self’s statue has the same provocatively fetishistic power.
But this Lady is not a vulnerable object of anyone’s gaze. She swaggers in space with commanding girth, her bottom facing the National Gallery with flamboyant magnificence. This is the opposite of smooth classicism or catwalk perfection. In fact, it may be the opposite of trad…