Word: sculptors
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...show itself, great tribute was paid to the Carnegie Director of Fine Arts Homer Saint-Gaudens, distinguished-looking under his shock of grey hair and the burden of his sculptor father's great name. Assistant Director John O'Connor Jr. was the man who did most of the work. Despite the fact that it was primitively lighted and awkwardly arranged, the show was a top-notch survey of U. S. art, eclipsing even the fine one put on two summers ago by the Metropolitan Museum in Manhattan...
Plenty of people-including Critic Adolf Hitler-would agree that punk is a mild word for Jacob Epstein's statues. But those people would have plenty of contrary-minded to deal with: not the least of them Sculptor Epstein himself. For 30 years this pudgy, bumptious, Manhattan-born sculptor has kept London's salons mouth-frothing. At the same time, a respectable squad of critics has admitted that he is one of the world's foremost portrait sculptors...
Last week Sculptor Epstein published his autobiography under an Old-Testament title Let There Be Sculpture (G. P. Putnam's Sons; $5). The book roared like a thwarted bull, and with as little humor. It told little about Sculptor Epstein and his dramatic rise from Manhattan's lower East Side, much about his work. Getting back at his critics, Epstein flayed the "wretched lot of logrollers, schemers, sharks, opportunists, profiteers, snobs, parasites, sycophants, camp followers, social climbers and . . . fourflushers [who] infest the world of art-this jungle into which the artist is forced periodically to bring his work...
About his own work, Sculptor Epstein waxes both lyrical and lucid. Wrote he, of his famous bulb-bellied statue Genesis: "How a figure like this contrasts with our coquetries and fanciful erotic nudes of modern sculpture! At one blow, whole generations of sculptors and sculpture are shattered and sent flying into the limbo of triviality, and my Genesis, with her fruitful womb, confronts our enfeebled generation. Within her man takes on new hope for the future. The generous earth gives herself up to us, meets our masculine needs, and says, 'Rejoice, I am Fruitfulness, I am Plenitude...
...statue of John Harvard is one of the many landmarks around the University which can justifiably be called good art. It is not flagrantly stylized, yet is representative of the style of a great American sculptor; it is sedate, dignified, and scholarly, but at the same time succeeds in being a forceful, if imaginary, portrayal of the founder...