Word: artful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Berrocal's sculptures are more than ingenious gadgets. Currently on display at Manhattan's Loeb and Krugier Gallery, they are handsome works of art, rich in double-entendres about the literary and legendary characters that they portray. Berrocal's Cleopatra, for example, is a curvaceous seductress whose voluptuous thighs, when the proper key is turned, open to reveal a red velvet jewel box inside. Her face disassembles into a bracelet that can be removed and worn by the owner. The most dramatic work is one called Alfa and Romeo, which looks like a demure pair of lovers...
...idea of works that can be disassembled, says Berrocal, grew out of his conviction that sculpture is primarily an art that appeals to both hand and eye. To feel what the sculptor felt when he made it, the viewer should be able to hold its weight in his hand-an experience that can be satisfyingly sensual...
...Mini-Multiple. Born into a comfortable bourgeois family in Malaga, Berrocal studied architecture and mathematics before setting off for Rome and art studies in 1952. After a spell in Paris, he wound up in Verona because of the excellent foundry that was there. He is presently obsessed with the idea of spreading his art around the world. "A Berrocal in every house and a Berrocal in every pocket," is his slogan. To implement it, he conceived of something he calls the "mini-multiple" -reproductions that are identical with his expensive cast bronzes except for size and material...
...lives in Switzerland, he has become, at 70, the greatest living American novelist, and the most original writer and stylist since Joyce. He is also an exile, a man who has triumphantly survived this century of the refugee, a man who has lost everything, yet transformed his losses through art and levity into a habitation of the mind...
...kind of Wildean flounce, or could be made to seem so. More often the doctrine has been propounded to excuse artistic self-indulgence, sheer gush, or at best the refined outpourings of private feeling. None of these excesses apply to Nabokov. Few writers have brought to the practice of art for art's sake?or indeed to thematic literature?the enormous talent and discipline, the overwhelming intellectual grasp, the scrupulously objective range of eye and ear that Nabokov commands...