My father was an actor by trade and a sculptor by avocation. He was very good at it, and worked in clay, wood, and stone. When he passed (hang head), most of his work was donated to local musea; a few examples follow.

Paul Muni

Walter Hampden as Cyrano de Bergerac, modeled from life

Negro Dancer, Bronze

King Lear, plaster, destroyed

As a young man during the depression, my father and his first wife would lug his sculptures to a display in Washington Square in New York – heavy work, because most of his materials, such as limestone, granite, and wood came from building debris. In the evening, he would lug them all back to his workshop. Sufficie it to say he was passionate about sculpture, and remained so to the end of his days.

In 1949, he and my mother visited the 3rd International Sculpture exhibition in at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. He was also an avid amateur photographer, and captured some images of the day’s visit. The quality is not spectacular, but there are some interesting pieces to be seen.

Clearly my father’s work was influenced by some of the styles that seemed popular in the day:

Opus 49 – “Shrouds of Illusion” – Kasota Stone

Opus 56 – Mother and Child

Opus 49 – Limestone

The Old Wolf has spoken.