To Bill King, a person's gesture is as revealing as his signature. The knowing arch of an eyebrow, the way a woman touches her hair, that awkward fumbling for a cigarette at a cocktail party—all tell much about a person's view of himself, his pretensions and anxieties. Walking into a room of King's sculptures, a visitor is likely to feel he has met them all some place before. And he probably has. Here is a Madison Avenue type in J. Press suit, there a teen-ager in toreadors, over there a gangly businessman on holiday, all legs and knobby knees in...
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