Word: sar
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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When tiny (5 ft. 4 in.) Sculptor César saunters through his old Left Bank haunts these days, it is like a triumphal procession. Grave, bearded men bow in deference. Old friends cry out, "Congratulations!" Throwing himself into a chair at the Café Deux Magots, César snaps: "Your coffee's no good. Bring me hot chocolate." Waiters rush to carry out his bidding. Both they and César know that three years ago César would have been unable to pay for a single cup of coffee or chocolate...
Nuts & Bolts. The son of a Marseille barrelmaker, César began by making statuettes from the mud in the streets, won a government student grant of $11 a month and took himself to Paris, where miraculously he found himself accepted as a temporary pupil at the Beaux-Arts. He remained a student for 14 years. To stay alive, he sold coal and wood, painted houses, acted as a "jockey" at the greyhound races (he held the leashes...
...found trade, he was able to pitch in with two other students, submitted a project that won the Beaux-Arts' first prize. Made to look like a fish on the outside (to satisfy the Beaux-Arts) and a tangle of nuts and bolts inside (to satisfy César), his piece was bought by France's Musée d'Art Moderne...
Prizes & Pedigree. Since then, there has been no stopping César. "I am like a dog with a pedigree. I've won prizes," he says. "In the studio I want to shake things. I like things to be brutal. If I see that one of my pieces is pretty, I smash it-if I have the courage." Few of the 27 pieces (at $800 to $6,075)in last week's exhibition failed to pass César's own standards of brutality and ugliness. Homage to Brancusi is a big iron egg covered with spikes...
Standing behind his towering welded shields, César now philosophically observes all Gaul at his feet. The only one who seems to have any doubts is César himself. When passion is spent and the iron is cool, he views his own works with sobering detachment. Says César: "I wind up foreign to my sculptures, and see them lucidly. The result is I'm always kicking myself in the rear...