American sculpture today can be roughly divided into three parts: 1) mottled green statuary dedicated to the conquest of public parks, 2) sexless nudes created to rule over marble fountains, and 3) welded-steel monsters resembling giant insects, which have lately invaded the art galleries. Last week Manhattan's Alan Gallery was staging a different kind of show: Sculptor William King's portrait busts and full figures, done in bronze, painted clay and wood. They had an air of happy improvisation and swift caricature.
While the sculptor had made no effort to counterfeit human flesh, he...
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