Word: sculptoring
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...beginnings more than a century ago. Until this year, however, with the publication of a remarkable book called Sexual Politics, the movement had no coherent theory to buttress its intuitive passions, no ideologue to provide chapter and verse for its assault on patriarchy. Kate Millett, 35, a sometime sculptor and longtime brilliant misfit in a man's world, has filled the role through Sexual Politics. "Reading the book is like sitting with your testicles in a nutcracker," says George Stade, assistant professor of English at Columbia University. He should know; the book was Kate's Ph.D. thesis...
...years, Kate worked on learning to be a sculptor and how to pay the bills that wouldn't wait. "I got very good at pathetic letters." She moved to Japan in 1961; during her two years there she had her first artistic success in a show of her "chug" sculpture-bits of scrap representing soapbox-derby cars. She also met Sculptor Fumio Yoshimura. They returned to New York, where Kate began teaching-first at Hunter, then at Barnard-and working on her Ph.D. at Columbia. She lived with Fumio for a year, and "for what it's worth...
Died. Beniamino Bufano, 72, San Francisco sculptor and eccentric; of a heart attack; in San Francisco. As contentious as he was tiny (5 ft., 120 lbs.), Bufano was always in rebellion against something. During World War I he went so far as to send his self-severed trigger finger to President Wilson as a protest against war. His art was stable: colossal statues, with sweeping elliptical lines, were done in stone and metal. His themes ranged from a black cat named Tombstone to the soaring Peace at San Francisco's airport; but his favorite was St. Francis of Assisi...
...agonized portrayal of a small town obliterated by German dive bombers. From Miro came The Reaper, a ferocious antiwar mural that has since been lost. Towering above the other works in the Spanish pavilion was a graceful, 41-ft.-high stalk of flowing concrete, by a lanky Castilian sculptor who had been commissioned by the Loyalist government in Madrid to cast his own version of the struggle. He called it: The Spanish People Have a Path Which Leads to a Star...
...sculptor's name was Alberto Sanchez. Although little known to the gallery-going public, he was something of a legend to his fellow artists. "We all called him Alberto," Picasso said later. "And almost no one remembered his last name. Alberto by itself was enough, because there was only one Alberto." Pablo Neruda, the Chilean poet, recalls visiting Picasso's studio one day to find the two Spaniards deep in conversation. Suddenly Picasso whirled on his mild-mannered friend. "What's your opinion, Alberto? Who's the greatest sculptor of our time?" Sanchez thought...