Visitors to The Fields of David Smith at the Storm King Art Center are likely to come away feeling confused and enlightenedconfused because Smith will seem as elusive as ever and enlightened because they will have gained a truer understanding of the enigmatic, apparently inexhaustible work of this extraordinary artist.[1] The show is neither tidy nor designed to help viewers pigeonhole Smith, but that is exactly why it does deepen our sense of what he was about. Instead of a neatly organized sequence, a wide-ranging assortment of Smiths sculptures, both large and small, in a variety of media, has been installed throughout Storm Kings indoor exhibition spaces and extending to the generous adjacent lawns. There are muscular, chunky works and slender, linear ones; dense, intricately constructed pieces and others pared down to essentials; brooding, richly allusive sculptures and playful, seemingly straightforward ...
Karen Wilkin is an editor at The Hudson Review and on the faculty at the New York Studio School
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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 16 September 1997, on page 40
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