No, the sculpture on display here is certainly not the best sculpture in the world, but it’s head and shoulders above most of what the artistic establishment considers the best – that is, twisted contortions of metal, symbols arrayed as insults, the usual junk, some which fetches millions. People do not want to be seen as uncool, so the question is why a definition of “cool” that rejects genuine creativity and beauty that enthralls or amuses average people, often in league with locale, in favor of bogus aesthetic frippery that often requires explication to be understood. (See Tom Wolfe’s The Painted Word.)
The sculptors whose work is collected here have braved the obloquy of the establishment, so give them credit for that. Some of these are better than others, but if my love for this sort of thing marks me as a Philistine, then I embrace the appellation and defy its meaning. Beauty and talent abound here, and the work represents art deep enough for the public to love. Tell me something’s wrong with that and I’ll smack you.