The three square-headed giants had no eyes and indeed no faces, but they somehow lived up to their name, The Watchers. Elsewhere in Manhattan's Knoedler Galleries last week, a Lion seemed to roar through a megaphone mouth, eerie beasts trotted around on spiky iron legs, and headless winged figures danced an unearthly ballet. The menagerie was the work of a burly, mussed-looking man named Lynn Chadwick, at 46 a major talent in the new wave of British sculptors who followed, but did not take after, the great Henry Moore.
Chadwick first heaved into public view shortly after World War II, in which...
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