"In France they either buy or they don't buy; they don't pay you compliments. But in America they even say you are the best living sculptor, but they don't buy anything."
Baffled little Jacques Lipchitz was famed in pre-war Paris as the world's greatest cubist sculptor. He fled to the U.S. from Unoccupied France last summer with four of his ponderous bronze statues, no money. This week Manhattan's Buchholz Gallery presented his first U.S. show in six years. Cast in weird, glowering embryonic gobs whose lumpy lines suggested the random patterns of molten slag,...
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