Fountains wreathed with water babies, alabastrine goddesses and war groups in battling bronze were the common stuff of U. S. sculpture before Primitivism came in and chiseled its ears off. Lately critics have observed that from that chastening sculptors as a class have emerged with a burst of modest but lively ingenuity. Last spring a new Sculptors' Guild took over a vacant lot in Manhattan. made news with a big outdoor exhibition (TIME, April 25). Last week the Brooklyn Museum's luminous galleries held a more impressive show by the same Guild, whose membership includes the illustrious names of Manship, Zorach...
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