Statue

A statue is a sculpture depicting a specific entity, usually a person, event, animal or object. Its primary concern is representational. However, as with all artistic topics, this definition of the concept Statue is far from exhaustive and can be/needs to be expanded.

Many statues are built on commission to commemorate a historical event, such as the Battle of Iwo Jima, or the life of an influential person, such as Mahatma Gandhi.

A story concerning a code for mounted statues, in that the horse's hooves indicates the fate of the rider, isn't true. 1 (http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a5_074.html)

See also bust.

Another kind of model of a person is a doll.

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