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William Tucker  Thebes 1966                                               William Tucker  Luxor  1966
         Plastic 48 x 78 x 50 in. Rowan Gallery                                    Plastic 50 x 71 in. Rowan Gallery



                                  `Cool' is one of the stock adjectives for the new, Caro-  nouncements of considerable weight and fairly revolu-
                                 and-after type of sculpture, and is rapidly becoming a   tionary import, but making them with the kind of flat
                                 woolly, if not meaningless, word. But one does find it   delivery which doesn't jerk you into attention about
                                 rising unbidden to the lips again with a sculptor like  what's really being said. This is particularly so of the new
                                 William Tucker  (ROWAN GALLERY),  and not just be-  sculptures. Most of them—as usual in Tucker's work—
                                 cause the surfaces are smooth, the colour clear but sub-  depend on repeated units with a progressive displace-
                                 dued, the shapes opposed to the slightest flicker of  ment or re-orientation of the fundamental idea building
                                 emotional urgency. Tucker is like someone making pro-  up through the sequence. In the best of the new pieces,
                                                                                   though, the units are big, simple, slab-like and number
                                                                                   no more than three (in one case, only two). And like
                                                                                   fragments of some dismembered monument, they just
                                                                                   lean up against one another, or are piled together in a
                                                                                   seemingly casual (but oh, so nicely judged) heap. They
                                                                                   are totally unassertive, in the sense that they don't gesture
                                                                                   at you, buttonhole you or even do much to surprise you.
                                                                                   But they work uncommonly well, with a calm logic all
                                                                                   their own. Tucker, it is often remarked on, is an Oxford
                                                                                   graduate in history, and so must be, as artists go, a fairly
                                                                                   scholarly guy. And if this is supposed to equate braininess
                                                                                   with a 'cool' style and art-objects which reveal an intel-
                                                                                   lectualized control, I suppose the fact is relevant. What
                                                                                   is most significant about this new work, though, within
                                                                                   the general perspective of developing styles that we are
                                                                                   being exposed to through recent exhibitions of Bolus,
                                                                                   Scott, Annesley and (forthcoming) Philip King, is
                                                                                   Tucker's personal halting of the 'sculpture-towards-paint-
                                                                                   ing' process. His wave-contoured slices of thick volume
                                                                                   do not look heavy in the traditional 'sculptural' sense, but
                                                                                   they relate to one another very much as volume and not
                                                                                   as spatially conceptualized visual ideas. The colour dis-
                                                                                   creetly locks them together: it does nothing to make you
                                                                                   react to them any way but plastically.
                                                                                    The  Daily Telegraph  screamed in horrified affront at
                                                                                   John Piper's  photographs of suspender-clad thighs in
        John Piper Figure-eye and camera I  1966
        Collage, chalk, and ink on paper 15 x 22 in. Marlborough New London Gallery   the collage-drawings he's shown at the  NEW LONDON,
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