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...connecting octahedrons and tetrahedrons reminded him of the bulbous coarseness of what he considers an "almost obscene flower." Willie, a spiky, tilted, angular beast with three legs and no head, was meant to be "an ugly, hostile thing slithering around on the floor"; it was titled by a fellow sculptor in honor of the groveling husband in Samuel Beckett's play Happy Days. Not all of Smith's imagery is negative. One of his works is a simple 10-ft.-high, well-proportioned arch that invites the viewer to pass through. "It is like a threshold," says Smith...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sculpture: Presences in the Park | 2/10/1967 | See Source »

Franklin D. Roosevelt has been dead for nearly 22 years, but it may take an other generation before anybody can decide on a suitable monument to him in Washington. The project began in 1959 with a nationwide competition that produced (out of 574 entries) a design by Sculptor Norman Hoberman for eight soaring concrete and marble tablets covered with Roosevelt quota tions. "Instant Stonehenge," hooted the critics, and the late President's family turned it down cold. Last week a second effort, by famed Architect Marcel Breuer, was brusquely and unanimous ly rejected - this time by the Washington Fine...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Monuments: Back to the Drawing Board | 2/3/1967 | See Source »

...work of James Seawright, each containing a variant of the figure eight in sometimes flashing lights, while every now and then a taped voice croaks out, "Eight." A flight of wooden stairs covered in gold-colored carpet, entitled Euclid by Joe Goode. A creation called Die by Architect-turned-Sculptor Tony Smith, which he admits he ordered by phone. And why not? It is only a six-by-six-by-six-foot cube in slab metal-a piece of art on which the artist has not laid a hand...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: WHAT IS ART TODAY? | 1/27/1967 | See Source »

Shoot Loud, Louder ... I Don't Understand, a comedy murder that actually contains neither, casts Mastroianni as a bumbling Neapolitan sculptor who is never quite sure of what he has seen and what he has merely dreamed. When a killing apparently takes place next door, he hurls himself variously into 1) the chase, 2) the pneumatic embrace of Cover Girl Raquel Welch, whose acting ability ranges from busty to hippy, and 3) conversation with his dumb uncle (Eduardo De Filippo), who hasn't spoken to anyone in 50 years and communicates by blasting off homemade firecrackers...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Crime Without Comedy | 1/20/1967 | See Source »

Faceless, armless, toeless, sexless and potbellied, the figures could be store dummies, moon men, dolls, Oscars, or medical textbook diagrams. Ever since their creator, Sculptor Ernest Trova, 39, presented them as "falling men" on rotating wheels and bolted six together into a giant humanoid child's jack for a Famous-Barr department-store exhibition in St. Louis in 1964, the debate has raged over what the little men mean...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sculptors: The Uses of Ingenuity | 1/6/1967 | See Source »

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