Standing isolated in the bleak industrial flats of Long Island City, across Bowery Bay from La Guardia Airport, is the Modern Art Foundry. Inside, the walls glow as roaring furnaces melt ingots of bronze, and the air is scented with the churchlike smell of resin and wax dripping from the handmade kilns. There last week stood the man whom many U.S. and European critics rank as one of the top two or three sculptors in the world: stocky, blue-eyed Jacques Lipchitz, 67.
For Sculptor Lipchitz, the dust, bedlam and smoke of a foundry are the...
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