by Choghakate Kazarian I met Emanuele Becheri about ten years ago, in his studio in Tuscany. He was then known for works that I would qualify as gestural conceptualism: drawings made “blindly” by folding paper in total obscurity or letting snails run on paper. I was also very interested in his videos that captured with … Continue reading Handling Sculpture: Emanuele Becheri’s Creatures in Clay
by Laura Mattioli. Sculpture has always been the primary subject of my personal, eclectic collection. Most of the pieces that I own are from contemporary artists who have become close friends: Barry X Ball, Flavio Favelli, Jene Highstein, Wolfgang Laib and Richard Nonas. Before moving to New York City, I donated most of this collection … Continue reading Nothing is simple.
by Brandt Junceau. Elie Nadelman left hundreds of small plasters at his death in 1946. I’ve been staring at, thinking about and occasionally writing about “the Dolls” for years. I sometimes think of them all as a single thing, but recently, as my notions of legacy and authorship have changed, I no longer think they … Continue reading While I See Her Face
by Choghakate Kazarian. “Poetry, music, architecture, like ancient languages, have been translated into new idioms, by clinging to life. Only sculpture has remained immobile across the centuries, a courtly language, the language of the liturgy, a symbolic writing, incapable of making its mark on daily acts” and “sculpture has remained what it is, a dead … Continue reading Sculpture, Language of the Dead
By Karen Wilkin. In 2010, in Anthony Caro’s London studio, I fell in love with a massive table sculpture, a chunky, four-square cast iron and steel construction, with a recessed rectangular center and an emphatic horizontal bar, that cascaded over the edge of its support in shallow steps. At once architectural, confrontational, and like nothing … Continue reading Case Study
By Garth Evans. This is the first sculpture I ever made. It is a carving. This sculpture contains the seeds of much that I have done in the sixty-four years since I made it, although I never made another carving. It is about twelve inches in hight, the wood is oak. I made it at … Continue reading The first.
By Jock Ireland. Maybe 10, maybe 20 years ago, I bought a small sculpture from a friend, a guy who really loved not just African art, but everything about Africa. When he showed me the sculpture, he told me two things that I remember: the sculpture was from a mysterious, old city called Djenne, close … Continue reading A Little Sculpture from Ancient Djenne in Africa