This sculpture doesn’t feel as powerful as it did when I first saw it as a kid. Maybe I’ve aged. Maybe it’s mellowed. Maybe it’s jusr not oriented correctly any more, it used to be out on the K&B Plaza absorbing all the bustle of a nearby freeway and now it’s resting in a shady grove.
(A Battle: For the Resistance Fighters. Arnaldo Pomodoro, 1971.)