Outdoor sculpture in the U.S. has long taken a back seat to the great plazas of Europe: Florence has its Mi chelangelo, Paris its Rodin, Rome its Bernini. But of late the U.S. landscape has come alive as dozens of American collectors have turned their gardens and front lawns into veritable sculpture galleries (see color pages).
Modern sculpture itself made it in evitable. Alexander Calder's vivid mo biles were meant to jiggle and gyrate under the leaves, George Rickey's feathery kinetics to stir in the breeze. To be sure, bronze and marble...
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