Carving is interrelated masses conveying an emotion; a perfect relationship between the mind and the colour, light and weight which is the stone, made by the hand which feels. It must be so essentially sculpture that it can exist in no other way, something completely the right size but which has growth, something still and yet having movement, so very quiet and yet with a real vitality.
An early Spring day, a trip with my mom, all to see the exhibition at the
Kröller-Müller Museum: Barbara Hepworth: Sculpture for a Modern World. I had never consciously seen any of Hepworth’s sculptures, but as I walked around, saw the smaller items in the museum and read about her life and work, I realised that these sculptures were not at alien as I expected. Of course, by visiting various museums and sculpture gardens, I had seen her art before, and I have started to understand the forms and shapes she has created.
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