In a large whitewashed studio in the London borough of Hammersmith works a wild-haired, chalk-faced old man who wryly likes to compare himself to the Prophet Elijah. "You have to pay for working alone for 40 years," Sculptor Leon Underwood says. "The ravens fed me; but since ravens do not have watches, they often came very irregularly." Today, at 71, Underwood does not have to depend so much on ravens. People have begun to buy his work, for when, after an eight-year hiatus, he finally consented to a one-man show in London two years...
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