Bee Gees statue is unveiled on Isle of Man, near to where the Gibb brothers were born

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A Tribute in Bronze: The Bee Gees Return Home to the Isle of Man

As the sun glistens on the promenade and the unmistakable harmonies of the Bee Gees play softly in the background, a truly special moment is taking shape. Towering in subtle grace and swagger, a new sculpture pays homage to the island’s most iconic musical sons—Barry, Robin, and Maurice Gibb. For those strolling by, it’s more than just a statue; it’s a celebration of homecoming, legacy, and timeless music.

The mastermind behind the sculpture, artist Andy Edwards, speaks with deep affection about his two-year journey bringing this tribute to life. Originally slated to be completed far earlier, the pandemic’s shutdowns delayed the project, making his connection to the work even more profound. “They’re never going to leave me,” he says with a quiet smile. “They’ll always be with me for the rest of my life.”

The sculpture is a meticulous work of passion, drawing on thousands of photos, old posters, videos—even wardrobe references down to the square-toed cowboy boots Maurice once wore. “It’s a kind of 3D journalism,” Edwards explains. “Every detail matters, because people know these brothers. They grew up with them. They feel like family.”

Set in the Bee Gees’ iconic “Staying Alive” strut from 1976—a moment when they were quite literally on top of the world—the bronze brothers now stride once again, this time along their hometown shore. “We didn’t include instruments,” Edwards adds. “This isn’t just about their music. It’s about their personalities, their story, and their roots.”

More than just a monument, the Bee Gees statue is designed to be experienced. It invites people in, to walk beside it, to take photos, to remember. It’s already becoming a landmark on the Douglas promenade, welcoming visitors as they arrive by ferry.

And while the artist jokes about inevitable pigeon visits and seaside weathering, there’s a warmth and pride in his voice. “This isn’t just art,” he says. “It’s legacy. It’s the Bee Gees coming home.”

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