When the sculptor Christopher Wilmarth committed suicide at the age of 44 some 18 months ago, there were no headlines. Wilmarth was not a "star," and so, ignored by the mechanisms of art-world hype, his work was left to find its own level. It is now doing so. The time for a complete Wilmarth retrospective has not arrived, but the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan has mounted a small exhibition of 25 of his sculptures (through Aug. 20), sensitively curated with an excellent catalog essay by Laura Rosenstock. Even from this limited evidence, it is clear that Wilmarth was by...
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